It was three am, Alex had just woken up in a cold sweat. He was having an anxiety attack, he had dream... no not a dream... a nightmare. Not just a normal nightmare. He was on a giant stage, millions of people were watching him. Jack was right beside him, he couldn't stop anything. He was standing there, frozen like his feet wouldn't move. He was stuck there, Jack wasn't by his side anymore. He was alone, except for the people screaming infront of him.

He had walked downstairs, there were dishes in the sink still from supper, so he ran the sink and washed the dishes, hoping to calm himself down. He got done with the dishes and moved the chairs and table out of the kitchen and scrubbed the floor on his hands and knees. After Alex was done he moved the table back into the kitchen floor and scrubbed that. He knew the only way to calm himself down was to clean until he passed out. After he had scrubbed the kitchen floor, tables, chairs, and counters he moved to the livingroom. Wooden floors and glass tables. Jack never used a coaster and Alex grabbed a broom from the cubbored in the kitchen and he swept the livingroom floor. There was a giant pile of gunk in the middle of the livingroom. Alex swept it up into a dustpan, he was now lint rolling the couch.

Alex was awoken by a shaken hand.

"Lex? Lex! Wake up." It wa Jack he was shaking the other boy trying to wake him. "Alex? Wake up baby."

"Shut up Dan, leave me alone."

"I'm not Daniel, Alex. I'm Jack!!! Your boyfriend. Listen to me Alex. Your brother is dead. He killed himself three months ago. He's not here baby. I am though, me Jack I'm here just listen to my voice Alexander. Come to me." Jack was scared his hands were shaking. "A-Alex... Alex please.. Listen to me baby. I want to help you."