okay, so here's the next chapter, sorry for being a bit late on this but I really hope you guys like it. I worked super hard over the past week or so to make it as good as I could! Hope you enjoy

~Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) by: Emily Browning~

Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something. Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you. Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused.

Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something. Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you. Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused.

I wanna use you and abuse you. I wanna know what's inside of you.

Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something. Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you. Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused.

I'm gonna use you and abuse you. I'm gonna know what's inside. Gonna use you and abuse you. I'm gonna know what's inside you

~X…X…X~

From upstairs I could smell bacon cooking on the stove and I could almost hear it sizzling as it was turned over in the pan. I got out of my bed and began to wander down the hallway. But as I passed by a long mirror mounted on the wall above a wooden dresser, I saw the face of my friend, Evan. His white hair fell in tangles around his face and as my eyes traveled down I saw his neck. A large gash ran from his right ear down to his left collarbone. Fresh blood still gushed out and his eyes bore into mine. "Look who feels bad now. If you would've come you could've prevented it," he said in a garbled voice as specks of blood flew from his mouth and landed on my cheek.

Anger flooded through me and I shouted back at the reflection. "It wasn't my fault! You were the one driving Evan!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I curled my fingers into a ball. Evan only cracked a small grin and chuckled halfheartedly. I raised my hand and then it collided with the mirror, millions of shards burst forth and dug into my skin while others just fell to the ground harmlessly. As I stood there idly staring at the mirror I could still see the ghostly figure of Evan that was just beginning to fade. But his eyes only got brighter as his body floated off into oblivion. Silent tears filled with anger, regret, sadness and grieve rolled down my cheeks and fell on the small shards of glass.

Just seconds after this happened Bryan came running up to see if I was okay. But of course I wasn't. Evan just blamed me for killing my friends and I have shards of glass in my hand, which is bleeding quite badly. As I shifted my gaze to Bryan's shocked face then back at the mirror, I saw no one. Evan had slipped from my grasp yet again. And all the while I was ending up being crazier than everyone thought.

~X…X…X~

That afternoon, after Bryan had taken me to the hospital to get stitched up, he took me to the park with one of my few living friends. Her name is Loretta and she is a short girl with curly brown hair and deep brown eyes. Usually she's very happy and peppy, but ever since they died she's been different, kind of like me. And she, like I, had decided not to go out with the others that night, explaining why she was still here. I wondered if she had been to their graves, if she had seen their ghosts. Paranoia was probably setting in though. I'm going crazy and its Evan's fault. If he wouldn't have been driving they would have lived. Anything could've changed the outcome of their deaths. But fate decided not to step in.

For the longest time Bryan, Loretta and I just wandered around the park in silence but Bryan always tried to start up the conversation. It never worked. Not until Loretta spoke up very softly only to say that she had to go.

"Well we hope to see you again soon Lora," Bryan replies not so enthusiastically. All the while I just stare down at the stitches that crisscrossed over my hand. Toward the ends there were loose threads that I started tugging on. It hurt just a bit, but I welcomed the pain. Because this was nothing compared to what my friends experienced. Soon, Bryan's hand came over and held my unbroken one. "Stop that. I'm pretty sure none of them would want you to hurt yourself more than you already have."

"Evan would. He blames me, he wants me dead."

"Evan is dead Arianna! It's just your imagination. He was not talking to you and he never will again," he says angrily. Then he begins to drag me back to the car. His face is the color of a red leaf in autumn, showing just how mad he was. But all I was doing was telling the truth. I guess people just have to see to believe.

Driving home from the park, we passed by the spot that Evan crashed the car. It was an off ramp from one of the highways and right beside the four crosses I saw Evan's eerie green eyes looking right at me from the woods. "Bryan, can you please drive faster?"

He looked at me quizzically but then shook his head. "I'd be going over the speed limit, sorry."

I glared then turned to stare forward so that I could only see the road. No Bryan and no Evan. Or anyone else until we arrived home.

~X…X…X~

The sky was darkening into obsidian black as it got later. I stood in the middle of my room, just staring out the window. I wondered if tonight I would go back to that house, I wondered if I would see anyone else. Andrew, Adrian, Casey or even Matt. But definitely not Evan. I've had enough of him, even in death. As I laid down, the mirror on the other side of my room reflected the figure of Evan. Speak of the devil. His features had a smirk written across them as his figure came out of the mirror. I sat bolt upright in the bed and opened my mouth to scream. But one of his deathly cold hands closed over my mouth and the other held my neck, cutting of my air.

His voce came as a soft whisper in my ear, but some words were garbled because of his neck wound that continued to bleed. "Arianna. You aren't getting out of this. Bryan isn't here to help. No one is."

I shook my head wildly. Thoughts raced through my head. What did he do to Bryan? I'm not alone. Loretta is still alive. Maybe.

Evan just laughed, and then I wondered if he could hear my thoughts. No, it's not possible. I tried to convince myself that he couldn't.

His hand closed tighter on my neck and I gasped for precious air. But none reached my lungs. Black spots then began to fill my vision and Evan started to talk to me again, but this time his voice was barely noticeable and as he spoke specks of crimson flew from his lips.

"I'm going to keep you here forever and you're not ever going to see daylight again."

My world went black and I fell into a black void until I reopened my eyes to find myself in the grand living room of Evan's house. I could hear a horrible wailing from upstairs and soon enough, the wailing turned into screams full of terror. I raced upstairs to locate the noise and in a small bathroom I found bloody footprints. They led to the shower and when I looked inside I saw a small girl with a wire wrapped around her throat. That girl was Loretta. Her bloodshot, black eyes were bugging out as she saw me. Beside her laid a knife, from where she also stabbed her leg, her shaking hand grabbed it and launched it at my heart. The knife hit its mark with a deadly thud and I collapsed backward into darkness as my blood pooled.