Shawn's finger pressed the doorbell, ringing distantly throughout Jamie's house, he could hear. He stood for a short moment, before hearing movement throughout the house. He expected to see Jamie, but there stood Brian, with a knife to Jamie's neck. "I'll show you who you're dealing with, you disgusting fuck." Spat Brian to Shawn's expressionless face. Jamie was pleading for him to let go of her, when Shawn realized her clothes had been a little ripped up, her pants unzipped, and her beautiful face, crying. Shawn awoke in his bed with a freezing chill, it was fear, he immediatly turned onto his side and vomited. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, he realized he cried all through the dream. "A fucking dream." He concluded, sighing relief. Shawn sluggishly dragged himself to the restroom, glancing at the clock. Eleven o'clock. He'll be picking Jamie up soon, her last day of school. He remembered his last day of school, which was a little to a month ago. Getting out early, because he was a senior. He tried to remember his normal friends and classmates, before shaking off painful memories of what he could never be. He couldn't discontinue the haunting dream, and Brian's face. It felt so real, the fear, was actually there. Jamie's crying and frightened face looking up at him, discombobulated and shocked, not knowing what to believe. Shawn forced a laugh, trying to be tough, telling himself it's all good. The last bit of hot water turned off as he stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist, leaning onto the sink. He looked up to the mirror, which was blurred of fog. Shawn wiped the blur off the mirror, staring at himself for a considerable amount of time. He looked angry, and dissapointed, similiar to the way a father would look at his murdered son. He thought about smashing his head into the glass, maybe to get those nightmares out of his head. He picked up his fist, and collided it into the truthful mirror. He hated the way it reflected him, it seemed to show who he was. Before realizing the pain in his knuckles, he walked casually to the kitchen, sitting on the counter. He picked out the reflective glass, not realizing affliction, which was mostly contained in his heart.