Another dream, enough to kill. "It's Mick, It's Mick, I know it, DAMNIT." Eryn was violently clutching her bracelet designed with eyes around them. The evil eye. "Damnit, Mick. Damnit." Her stomache began hurting. "Mick, stop it." But Mick wasn't there. "I SAID STOP IT!" Not long she was screaming in class before all the students looked at her, dumbfounded. But that didn't stop Eryn. "No, it's JANE, isn't it? You had to FUCK it up more, Mick. I hate you, Mick. I hate you." But she loved him. The students were all silent except one she'd never seen before... but she was standing in the corner, laughing. Laughing hysterically. Her stomache hurt harder, as if she were in labor with stones. But she kept rubbing the bracelet. Jane's bracelet. But the girl kept laughing. "Stop it," she was crying. And she looked at the bracelet and saw that it bled through her fingers, and she screamed out loud, awaking herself. She looked down at the disgusting bracelet which hugged her wrist. Eryn grabbed it, and burned it.