Jack left me alone in my room after a lot of excuses and made sure I'm not gonna take any bad decisions. I can tell, he didn't go to his room, If I know him correct and guessed it, he would be sitting on the outside door. I walked to the bathroom, washed my face, I really look like s**t. I don't want to sleep, the time is quarter past 2, there are still 4 hours to the day start. I took a book from my shelf not care about what a book is. I sat on the windows and switched on the table lamp and started reading the City of fallen angels. I know it's either I won't get any nightmare in my sleep or it will be reoccurring. I don't want to see Jack suffer from my nightmare. It's so weird we share the nightmares. Some times I'm grateful for that, what would happen if he knows about the dreams of hi
