Will tossed and turned in bed, his overwhelmed mind cursing him with nightmares. He's had nightmares before, (Who hasn't?) but..They were nothing too serious. The kind of nightmares you'd see depicted in a Disney cartoon. But ever since he settled back home after the STB tour...God..The dissociation and anxiety, and the constant feeling that all of this was for nothing, and he should just stop right now and end it all before-...No. it's already gotten worse. Not only was Will dreaming about his dead pets again, but he was also replaying all those weird, annoying hecklers that shouted at him from time to time... And the sickness... Ugh... Shayfer got the worst of it, honestly…Was…Was Will the reason why Shayfer got so sick and had to sit out for a few shows?? Or maybe he was faking the sickness because he didn't want to preform with Will-...What if everyone hated him and all those cheers and laughter was fake! Just the fans trying to spare Will's ego?? The...The thoughts didn't get this bad the last time Will was on tour...

Will woke up sick to his stomach, feeling like he'd just been impaled, the music he set on to help him sleep only made him feel worse, the darkness made it eerie... He felt paralyzed in dread. Small pleads for help and mercy escaped his lips as he stared at the popcorn textured ceiling, his eyes seeing little pictures and faces through the dark. And so he just laid there, tears blurring his vision, hoping someone- anyone would save him from this suffocating paranoid dread. "...It's too much...Make it stop, please...Help...help....."