A/N: Sorry for the crappy description. I did try my best though. There are just some things a person can never dream of having.

A huge throbbing on my head made my eyes crack open. I slowly jerked upward and quietly searched for a living soul in my room. My eyes darted to the 4 corners of my room and to my curiousity, I just heard a cold breeze thrashing at my one windowsilll fairly closed at my right.

None.

Just me, plain Jeric breathing heavily with a touch of hair brushing through my eyes.

By the way, my name is Jeric Zhang. But i prefer to be called Lay. It adds a little touch of coolness right? I'm currently studying at Saint Charles High in Vancouver. Yes, I'm a transfer student here but what can I say, I'm half american. I bury my face into my hands and pray that eveything was a dream but unfortunately for me everything is reality.