I should have known something was up when my brother didn't wake me up the next morning. I heard my alarm too but I couldn't physically move.

I wanted to scream for help. Where was Mikey or Ray? Why couldn't I move? Was this the after shock of depression? Was I dead?

The theory that I was dead was strengthened when I heard Frank crying my name. Pleading for something, I just couldn't make out what. I also heard Mikey and Ray, Mom and Dad, even Lyn-z and Bandit. Maybe I was just losing my weak grip on reality and I was hearing things.

"Daddy will be okay? Right mommy?" Said Bandit.

"Gee baby don't leave." Frank begged.

"Come on big brother pull through." Mikey encouraged.

Okay what the hell was going on? I was just dreaming but what one weird dream considering I couldn't see anything but I could hear everything.

I wanted to shoo everyone away to let me sleep and finally all the voices stopped and I slept peacfully.



When next I awoke I was in a hospital bed and a surprized gasp escaped from the man beside me. I assumed it was Mikey but the gloves of the man wearing were far to wolly and soft for it to be my brother. I turned my head and say a battered and bruised but otherwise perfectly fine Frank holding my hand.

"Am. . .Am I dead?" I asked. My voice sounded wrong like it had been months I hadn't talked instead of hours.

Frank smiled and hugged me. "No thank god! Why would you think that?"

"Because you died?" I said confused.

He looked at me. "You were in a coma for the past three months baby. We were in a wreck around christmas and. . ." He kissed me tears rolling down his face. "I was so worried that I was going to lose you. You must have dreamt everything"

"It was all a dream? You're alive?" I smiled and kissed him back.

It was all a dream and my nightmare was over.