Later one night, Ethan sat on his bed, his head in his hands. He pondered what to do. He didn't want to fall asleep, but he had to.

"Close your eyes, you coward. You are so weak. You can't even stand the thought of me. How petty," Dark taunted Ethan.

"Just shut up!" Ethan yelled in his head.

"Excuse me?"

"I am tired of this! I have had enough. I know what you are trying to do to me!" Ethan felt a cold, hard slap across his face as Dark materialized in real life.

"Listen you little bitch! You do as I say and don't complain! If you don't, you can kiss your weak 'friends' goodbye. They don't care about you! No one does and no one ever will!" Dark sneered in his face.

"You are lying!" Ethan sobbed. He knew Dark was trying to get to him, but at the same time, he was starting to believe it.

Ethan felt a tug on his arm as Dark dragged him into a dream. Dark shoved Ethan against the wall and pulled out his knife.

"If you cut me, they will see and know what is happening!" Ethan shouted in Dark's face.

"SHUT UP! This is your last warning!" Dark slammed Ethan's face against the ground, rolled him over, and held him down with his knee. "They won't know if the think it is you." He stated with an evil grin.

Ethan screamed and struggled to fight against Dark as he grabbed Ethan's arm and stared cutting it repetitively. He worked his way up toward his elbow, cutting deeper and deeper into the flesh.

"STOP! PLEASE STOP!" Ethan screamed as he tried to pull away.

"You will listen to me! I am done with you breaking rules!" Dark spat in Ethan's face.

Ethan knew he had pissed off Dark to much and nothing would stop him. He looked over at his arm and saw the blood pooling out. It was a sight Ethan hoped he never had the see again after last time.

Finally, Dark stood up, calmer. Ethan gritted his teeth in pain as he tried to stop the blood and wake up.

"You can't just leave like normal," Dark explained. "I pulled you into this dream, which means you can't leave until I let you."

"Please, Dark! Just let me go," Ethan begged.

"You know I hate begging," Dark replied coldly. He walked out into the darkness where Ethan could no longer see him. Ethan pulled his shirt over his bloody arm and curled up into a ball, waiting to be released from the nightmare.