A/N: HI! So, yeah another Jackunzel! This first part of this chapter is kinda sad. Just wanted to worn ya'.


Ring Around The Rosie,

Pocket Full Of Posies,

Ashes, Ashes,

We All Fall Down...


I stared into her eyes as she slowly slipped away from me. I tried to convince myself she was fine- that she wasn't going to leave me. She stared out the window- tears slowly falling down her cheeks as blood slowly spilled down her side. 'I shouldn't have taken out that knife,' I thought to myself, 'It wouldn't be this bad if I would have left it in. I could have saved her if I would have left that knife in!'

"Jack... I'm so cold." I knew she wasn't lying. I felt the warmth slowly leave her body. "I know," I heard myself say, "I love you..." I know I had said her name, but I couldn't make it out. "I... I love you, too." she said. I know I bent down and kissed her... for the last time.

I carresed her cheek and forced a smile. "Keep smiling Jack," she said, "don't ever forget that." She grabbed my hand and smiled. Her eyes closed, her body went limp, and her head rolled to one side. I knew she was dead. I leaned over the dead girl, and sobbed.


I woke up at the bottom of the tree with a gasp. I was covered in a cold sweat and was trying to catch my breath. Why does that dream scare me so bad? I thought. Who is that girl? Why is she there?" I didn't know how to find out.


I saw the sharp knife plunge into the boy's side. "NO!" I heared myself scream. I rushed away from Mother as she fell threw the window. I reached for her screaming/ falling figure but remembered the dying boy. I crawled to the boy. "Don't worry," I heard myself say, "I'm here. You'll be fine." He shook his head and his eyes closed. "I love you, Rapunzel. You were my new dream..." he whispered. "And you were mine," I heard myself say back. He put his hand on the back of her head.

I realized my long hair was brown and choppy. It had been cut by the boy so I couldn't here him. I bent over his dead figure and cried.


I woke up when I hit the floor. I was shaking and coated in sweat. Why? I thought, Why did he cut my hair!? I punched the ground and screeched. "Rapunzel?" Mother called, "Are you all right?" "Fine," I called back.