I woke up slowly, trying to pull myself sleep. My alarm silently ticks. 4:29 am. That's earlier than what I woke up to the rest of this week! It's Saturday, after all. I think I didn't have a nightmare this time. I'm alone. Why even am I up? The lack of moisture in my mouth answers for me.

"Water," I muttered silently, drowsily getting out of my bed. The hallway was dark and empty, the faint glow of the moon glittered down the windows. Another indication that it's way too early for this. I sighed and walked to the kitchen anyway.

Trying to rub the sleepiness out of my eyes, I try to look for a cup. I knew they have to be somewhere, I'm probably just too tired to look think. After a moment I saw a clean cup in the dishwasher and took it. As I walked to the refrigerator's water filter the sleepiness from my eyes still haven't cleared and I still couldn't see very well in the dark yet. This sucks.

I should just go back to bed right after this. My body feels tired from mourning instead of running. Plus, my dreams are nicer than reality. Reality sucks with all of the murders and Haru and anxiety stuff. My dreams are the only place that I could relax without thinking about it that much. That and the literature club. Except for the nightmares. The nightmares are horrible, they come almost every night. It's a miracle that I could sleep without one tonight. They got worse since they recently that got mostly themes about stuff about-

Sayori walks downstairs interrupting my thoughts. I couldn't see her well, but I could see she was wearing her favorite pajamas along with some slippers. Her hair was a mess, sticking out in all different directions. The tearstains that flowed down her downcasted eyes.

The cup overflows.

"Sayori, whats wrong?" I stopped the water filter and ran over to her. She turns.

"Nothing really!" She forces a smile on her face. "Just a little nightmare, nothing else!"

I frown. "Want to talk about it? Think of it being my thanks on Monday."

"Monday...oh. Well, you already gave me your thanks! It's nothing really... Just...stuff." She presses her pinky fingers together. "I-Just...okay."

I lead her towards the couch to sit down with her. As my vision got used to the dark, I noticed she was very fidgety, playing with her fingers. I sigh.

"You don't have to do this. I understand-"

"I do." Sayori unconsciously scratches her scalp, fuming with stress. "It's just I don't want to bother you. I mean, you're a person with valuable time and I don't want to..."

"It's okay. I want to do this."

Sayori bits her lip trying to stop an incoming smile. "Moni..."

"I mean it."

"I-thank you..." Sayori blushes for a few moments before continuing. "...I kinda had a dream about him. H-he was killing you all and I had to watch. It was m-my punishment."

"Sayori you didn't did anything wrong. You were just trying to defend us that day."

"I know but he was really mad at me! Do you know how hard he slammed that gun? I couldn't remember anything for a like a month after that!" Sayori crumbles in her spot, fear taking over. "Wha- What if he hurt you? What if you get hospitalized or even-!"

"Sayori stop." I knew she was obeying from the silence I received. "Remeber that day? Before you got hit, we had a group effort. Yuri and her wit helped us numerous times to get out of the way. Natsuki's distractions helped us plan before he could find us. My strength and firepower helped stopped him, at least for a little bit. Your overall bravery, despite the odds defending that blow for us. As a team, we beat him and as a team, we could do it again." I pulled her into my chest. "So don't worry that much, okay?"

Sayori nodded silently as she leans into my chest, wetting my shirt.

"I'm just really scared."

"You'll be okay, I'm sure of it."

And that, even I don't really know if it's true.