Ethan bolted upright in his bed, cold sweat covering his body as he gasped for air. After a few seconds, he began to calm down. His breathing and heartbeat both slowed down to normal levels. As he was calming down, he did a quick visual inspection of his body 'no blood' he concluded. That all done, his nerves were finally calm. 'Just a dream...it was just that dream again' he added to his previous conclusion. While he had gotten a lot better since the incident, he still had the occasional nightmare about what happened. Granted, they weren't exact recreations and more like dramatized adaptations, but he was unable to realize that with his mind firmly in the grasp of the nightmare.

Quickly realizing that he was drenched in sweat, he quickly moved into the bathroom connected to his bedroom and stripped. Getting in the shower, he got to work on cleaning himself. 'I can't believe I was ever that naive' he thought to himself as he worked 'how could I ever find tools of death like that fun? I just don't understand' he wondered to himself. Once he had finished in the bathroom, he returned to his bedroom to put on some clean clothes. 'It's been pretty quite this morning. I wonder if mom and dad already left.' His parents had planed to leave today to go on a trip. Ethan couldn't remember the specifics, but that wasn't really a big deal.

As he made his way downstairs, a thought occurred to him. He climbed back up the stairs and went into his parents room. Opening up the secret compartment in the bedside table on his father's side of the bed, there was a familiar handgun inside. The very sight of it caused his heart to race, but that's all it did. 'Maybe I can do it now' he thought to himself. Reaching down, his fingers brushed against the metal and it bright back memories. Going paintballing with his dad, the very first real gun he ever held, going to the shooting range for the first time, the loud bang[b]thetriggerscreamingbloodbloodbloodeverywherehiseyesthathautinglookinhisfacejudgeinghimthebloodthebloodthebloodthelifeslowlyseapingoutofhimhewatchedhimDIE![/b] With a jolt, Ethan pulled his hand away from the firearm. After his heart rate had returned to a normal speed, he closed up the compartment with a sigh. 'Dammit, that was even worse then last time. Is this going to follow me for the rest of my life!? I can't stand it anymore!'

As frustrating as it was, it was a frustration he was used to, so he quickly got over it. With that done, he returned to the stairs and went all the way down this time. Going to the kitchen, he got a bowl of cereal. After downing it quickly, he made him way to the train station. Lucky for  him, it was within eyesight of his home (something that his parents had been looking for when they bought the house) so the walk was very quick. The train ride itself passed by pretty fast for him, and he was at school before he knew it. By now, he had more or less gotten over his failed test to see if he could touch a gun, and was more disappointed then anything else at the moment. So when he walked into his classroom and took his seat, he had 'kinda blue' aura as opposed to a 'post mental breakdown' one.