"Meadow, Jack and Coke left end." Anne yelled at me. I was working as fast as I could, rushing through customers, giving them their choices of poison. I quickly gave this skanky looking blond, who's tits looked as plastic as a fisher price toy, her gin and tonic, hurrying towards the end of the bar to make the guys Jack and Coke. My heals were making a rhythmical clicking noise as walked up and down the bar. The Pit was notorious for the loud music and fast beats, but tonight everything seemed to be moving at a snails pace compared to other nights. I looked out into the crowd as I walked down to the other side of the bar, fixing more drinks and what not for this huge mass of people, when suddenly, everything seemed to freeze. I must have blacked out or something becasue I found myself on the floor.

"Honey, are you okay?" someone asked, holding a hand out for me.
"Yeah, I think I'm just a little over heated, thank you though." I said, looking up to see no one there.
"Meadow! Come on we got shit piling up!" Anne yelled at me again.

I shook my head, scanning the crowd again, everything now moving way too fast for my taste. I swallow thickly, turning my attention back to the task at hand. I managed to make up about four different drinks at the same time, handing them out to paying customers. This must have impressed Anne, because the minute I was done, she shoved a wad of cash into my hand and told be and I quote 'beat it, you look like shit.' That's the nicest thing the old crab has ever said to me.

I felt dizzy as I made my way out to my car. I haven't been drinking, never did when it came to working. Messes up my concentration, which I absolutely need. I took in a few deep breaths before opening the car door, setting my purse and keys on the passenger side seat. I needed to rest for a moment, get a hold of myself. Something was not right inside me, something was off. I couldn't be getting sick, I needed my energy. I looked to the side and nearly jumped out of my skin. He just stared at me, those crystal blue eyes peering at me innocently. "Did I scare you?" He asked, fidgeting in the seat. "How..Who..What?" I stumbled over my words, looking him over. My purse was sitting in his lap, right where I had set it a few minutes ago. "I need your help Meadow." He said, making me look at him, my eyes wide. "I..I don't..." I shook my head, trying to blink away whatever hallucination I was having. Jimmy Sullivan could not be sitting in my car right now. I couldn't handle it. It was like the dream, only more vivid. I didn't know what to do at that moment but just stare at him. "You can help me, you just don't want to. But you're the only one I could come to. The guys, they need to know." He said, trying to reach for my hand, but ultimately missing it as his hand seeped into the car, just like a ghost would. "Need to know what?" I asked, finally finding my voice, unlike the dream. "That I'm okay." He said, smiling at me softly. I licked my dry lips as I stared at him, able to breathe better now. I was about to say something when I heard a loud tapping on my window, making me jump again. Anne stood right outside my car, a worried expressioin on her face. "Who the fuck are you talking to, Meadow?" She asked, putting a cigarette to her lips. "Oh um..I'm just talking to myself, trying to remember if I got everything I needed before going home." I lied, looking over to see Jimmy still sitting there. "Well kid you better head out, people are starting to leave, you know how the traffic gets." She said, smirking at me a little. I nodded my head and started my car, the radio blaring Metallica as I pulled out of the packed parking lot of the club.

My knuckles were white as I kept a firm hold on the steering wheel, trying desperately to keep my eyes glued to the road, but Jimmy's figure beside me was putting me on edge. He just sat there, bobbing his head back and forth as the song ended and Slipknot proceeded to fill the cab. I didn't know what to do. I love this man for who he was and for what he did. He was, just as much as the rest of Avenged, my idol for so long. His death literally brought me to tears. But now, here he was, sitting in my car like old friends would, not saying a word to me. I finally found the courage to pipe up, my voice cracking as I continued the long drive home, "How..How did you find me?" I asked, looking over at him. He looked to me and smiled, "Your mother." He said calmly. This. This made me mad. I slammed down on the brakes, cursing loudly as I tore from the road and landed on the soft shoulder of it, gravel crunching under the tires. I put the car in park and snapped my eyes at him. "What the fuck do you mean my mother?!" I almost yelled. I hated this. I hated it. I loved my mother so much. She always said secretly I was her favorite, which would always put a smile on my face. She, unlike many others, made me reach for what I wanted out of life. It was because of her that I was strong. But after she died, it was like everything fell apart. Jimmy stared at me calmly, a hit of anguish in his eyes. "She told me that you could help me. She said that her little hopper could help me." He spoke so softly, making my stomach lurch. 'Little hopper' was a nickname my mother would call me. I never really understood why, but it stuck with her and I. I felt tears welling in my eyes, a broken sob tearing through my throat. "How...is she.." I sniffled, putting my head to the steering wheel. "She tole me to say she loves you." He said, making me cry harder. "And that she's so proud of you." He said. I looked up at him again, sniffling. After so many years of giving up on helping people because my own mother couldn't come to me, I had my own little angel telling me instead.

I put the car in drive, taking off down the road again, wiping tears from my eyes. "How long are you staying with me?" I asked, sniffling again. "As long as it takes for you to get the message to my brothers." He spoke still so softly. I nodded my head, wanting nothing more than to get into my bed and sleep. This was so much for me. I didn't know how to cope. Was I really going to help him? My answer at this moment now was...Yes.