He was enjoying me suffering.
The she raised my neck higherthis was a nightmare, one which I couldnt escape.

"Believe" I heard a melodious voice slip out of those full lips. Then it all went black. When I gained consciousness, my aching back was pressed against the floor and someone was hovering over me.

"Joseph, get up. Are you alright?" Kevins voice questioned me. I nodded and got up painfully.

"What the hell happened?" he asked me.

"Nothing, just a dream, a horrible one, "I added to myself.

Kevin left me alone after that. We shared a dorm but not a room. I looked at the escrivaninha, mesa and Sthe picture.it was there. My mind was no clearer than a labyrinth. Who had been the girl? Did she know where nick was? What was her name? Why did she look mais like a goddess than a human or even a mutant of any sort? She was mais gorgeous than a fairy. What and who was she?

It was obvious I had been dreaming but why? Why such a weird dream? Why this nightmare?

"Your life is a nightmare or soon will be," a voice roved in my mind and I knew it wasnt that girl. It was a boy. The voice was devilish. Evil, cruel, mean that was how it felt. The atmosphere was tight. I needed air. I decided to apparate home, after taking permission, of course. Yeah, my once exuberant home, that was where I was going. It was now inert. My eyes ran over the faded walls and the creaking doors. The hinges were falling apart. Everything was a mess. The situation described my life perfectly; or at least my state of mind. I had a feeling that something bad was imminent, even though I dont know what could be worse than losing your parents.

"Losing yourself,"a voice came again. Not the evil one but the pure one.

"Who are you? Where are you?" I looked around, in hope to see the beautiful creature again but everything was blank.

"I will help you, as long as you promise to let me and be strong," the girl spoke again. I looked down at my hands. Deep down I knew I was weak, not physically perhaps but emotionally yes. I knew I needed help but the right person never seemed to come around.

"When life throws lemons, you make lemonade," the voice said.

"What if life gets thrown on you? Then what do you do?" I said dolefully.

"You throw it right back. Please Joe, you need this, please let me help, they want me to help you," the girl was pleading now.

"They?" I asked.