Brian lied there, asleep on the couch. Though he looked peaceful on the outside, on the inside was not the same. He was dreaming of his family that he had once had. When it wasn't broken, and what it would have looked like if they had all stayed together. His family was just a broken mess. As he slept, tears escaped his eyes and trailed down his cheeks, even though he looked peaceful. In his mind, it wasn't. He dreamed of seeing his family together. His parents happy, him and his brothers and all acting like a regular family. Then the dream turned broken, just like his family. The dream showed his father and mother yelling at each other, unknown as to what it was, he couldn't hear anything, just watch it. His father left them, and it was just him and his brothers and his mother. Then the dream changed to show his mother in a hospital bed, dying away from a incurable illness. It changed to him and his brothers living together, then get separated from the CPS.<br/><br/>Brian awoke, bolting upright on the couch, and broke out into a cold sweat. He noticed that he had been crying in his sleep. Breathing heavily he looked around him, remembering where he was. Slowly, he took the necklace that he was wearing off of him and set it on the coffee table. The chained lock necklace, the Hope Lock his mother had given him. Lying back down, he stared at it for a minute, Brian closed his eyes and tried to dream of something better.  But it was all the same for him that night. He cried silent tears all night, the look of pain and sadness on his face.