Instead of waking up to the alarm, I woke up to the knock on my door. I turned to check the time in the clock on the bedside table. It shows 2:12 AM, Why Jack is knocking me at this time, Is he Jack or someone else? When My mind already started to think about all the possibilities, they again knocked, only this time is louder. I removed my blanked from myself and opened the door. Jack is in his boxer, sweating all over, I can say he is whimpering. "Jack, Are you alright?" I asked but he didn't answer, he just hugs me, too tight for me to breathe and I can't even move a centimeter from him. His grip is too tight, but it's not hurting me either. "Can I sleep with you?" He asked, his voice is full of horror. He may have a nightmare, my guts says. But for some reason it is much worse than the
