There is a commotion. I can't see; everything is blurry. Did I..fall? Feeling the hard wood floor beneath my palms, I desperately try to push myself up, but immediately crash back to the floor as my head takes a ride on the tilt-a-whirl and my stomach churns. All my ears can register is white noise; like a high pitched screeching. What just happened? I crawl my way until I cannot hold it in any longer, and I vomit all over the floor. Someone is grabbing me and I begin to struggle. "it's me!" someone says, and I barely register it as my hearing is just now beginning to come back. What just happened? I break from whoever has hold of me and crawl until my head smashes into a wall and I collapse once again. This is when I see him; he looks at me with nothing but rage. He draws his hand back and I can see it coming. I can almost taste the blo--

My eyes open wide as a soft knocking resinates from my door. I lean up with a gasp, and hear SunYe ask if I am alright.

"I am fine! It was just a bad dream..." I try to make my voice sound as normal as possible, and sigh in relief when hearing SunYe walk away. My knees immediately pull up to my chest, and I am quick to stuff my face into a pillow as soft cries begin making their way out of me. The nightmares had finally stopped...until now.

When I finally get to the kitchen, I see that breakfast has already been served and things are quiet. A soft 'good morning' speaks from all the girls, and I realize that SunYe must have told them about my nightmare. Things are quiet for the most part, asides from the clanking of fork to plate and the occasional slurp of orange juice. Once we are finished, I look at each of the girls and notice something; they all look exhausted. The dark circles under their eyes are not as apparent as the yawns emanating every other moment. Horror strikes me as I remember that my nightmares are usually...loud. Why did no one wake me up?

At that moment, I grab a schedule and make haste to my room. If it were up to me, I would not be going anywhere today. There is a bottle of sleeping pills in my cabinet with my name on them; literally, it's my prescription. But of course, I don't get to run things. I am the maknae, so my wants come last to every one else.

Schedule for Sunday, December 28, 2008 //
0700: breakfast
0730: prepare for the day
0830: meet mark pd at the lot
0900: practice with Big Bang

The rest of the schedule did not