Bad Dreams.

Ring Ring

"Hello?"

"Michael.."

"Yeah? Who is this?"

"My names, George. I work at the hospital. Alaska came in last night, she was in a terrible accident with a boy named, uh, Luke Hemmings? I'm so sorry.."

"I didn't know she went out last night."

"Michael. Do you understand? She's dead."

There was a pause.

"Michael? Michael! MICHAEL!"

~ ~ ~ ~

I shot awake to the sound of my mothers delicate voice. She was holding my arm, with worry in her eyes. I could feel water down my face. Am I sweating? No, my body wasn't wet. Am I crying? I felt my eyes. Holy shit. I'm crying.

"Are you okay?" She asked

'I'm fine.. Just a bad dream.." I layed back down.

"Okay, get back to bed. I love you." She kissed my head, got up and walked out the door, shutting it behind her.

Then slowly drifted off to sleep again.