Dustin's mind slipped slowly into darkness and like a wrench was thrown at him...it was jerked cruelly away from him. If he was fully conscious he would cry. Maybe. He felt the water leaving his lungs and felt them begin move. No. No. No. NO! He didn't want to breathe! He didn't want the pain and chaos to return! NO! Too late. Whoever was taking the water from his lungs had his coughing and sputtering. His head turning to the side as he coughed up water and groaned. The darkness retreating from his mind. The pain of the light began to flood his senses. His eyes slowly woke and he looked around. This was the place he had tried to leave. DAMNIT!!!!! His eyes began to focus and he whimpered. He was still alive. Why couldn't the guardian angel let him just find peace? He saw Stephen and bulted up and scooted back. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! I WAS FINALLY FEELING NO PAIN. I FELT PEACE! WHY???" He whimpered and tears welled his eyes. He just wanted to feel no more pain. Was that such a bad thing? He hung his head and the long locks fell into his lap. His form shook. His mind much clearer than it had been before he attempted suicide.