It was only two more weeks until Jacob's trial. Jacob and I were cheering for the New Year Years Day celebration, and I blew my blowout along with Jacob popping the confetti popper.

"Happy New Years, buddy," I said to Jacob, smiling and hugging him.

"You as well, Ry," Jacob answered back. Jacob chuckled, smiling, and I took a deep breath, and slowly sighed.

"So, shall we head to bed now? It's almost midnight," I said looking at my watch.

"I guess, I am not even tired yet, but I guess you can go to bed, I'll be editing more of my videos, my social media is full of people who are counting on me," Jacob said.

"Since when did you become an idol to the world?" I asked, wondering.

"Oh, I began a TikTok, a Twitter, and a Instagram page for myself, and you," Jacob said.

"Why me?" I asked.

"Because, because I think our voice should be heard about the trial and I even started a go fund me page for people who are also accused of crimes they didn't commit," Jacob said.

I chuckled, smiling, "Wow, I mean, you do deserve to be heard, but they're hasn't been anyone who are calling you a criminal or anything like that are they?" I asked.

"You don't have to worry about that, I just know I'm innocent of the charges, and I know I would never do anything to harm anyone, I am a good person, Ryan, I hope you understand that," Jacob said, eventually speaking softly.

I sighed, and it put a smile on my face that Jacob was defending himself. At first it was like Jacob wasn't trying hard enough to stick up for himself.

Jacob was afraid he was going to get weaker and then things would get worse if Jacob doesn't say a word about how he's innocent. I really hope people would start seeing him as a victim of the crime. Jacob: sweet, kind, funny and innocent, hard working guy.

I don't see how people would not help Jacob, and Jacob appreciated everyone for their support, and they started a #justiceforjacob group on Twitter, and Jacob was smiling the whole time he saw pictures and videos from random people who are telling the police that Jacob isn't responsible for killing Izza, and that someone is accusing Jacob.

I had a bad dream of my parents getting killed. I had a dream of the car being hit and was being flipped over on the road, down into the bushes of a downhill. I was turning my head side to side, and I couldn't sleep because of the dream.

My parents were covered in blood, and my mother was jumped out of the window because she wasn't wearing her seatbelt when she was supposed to.

I woke up, gasping and I was trying to catch my breath. I stroke my hair, pulling it out of my face, and I took a very deep breath, and sighed.

I leaned up from my bed, and I groaned, rubbing my face with both of my hands. I looked around my bedroom and I laid back down on my bed.

I then closed my eyes, and my head started turning slowly as I began to fall back into a deep sleep.

As soon as the alarm went off, I opened my eyes, and closed my eyes, groaning. Jacob was eating a quick snack and I leaned back laying flat on my bed, rubbing my face once again with my hands.

Jacob sighed, throwing away his package of the snack he was eating, and I just lied on my bed just thinking about how am I going to survive another day of being blamed on about raising Jacob as criminal, at least what most people think of me.

I sighed, and it was cold in my bedroom, I coughed, as I got out of bed, and I turned up the thermostat in my bedroom on seventy five degrees.

I yawned, clearing my throat at the same time, I went into the bathroom and I walked up to the bathroom sink. I yawned once again, and I was beginning to feel the heat coming from my bedroom.

I heard Jacob coming up the stairs and I sighed. Jacob had forgotten his phone from his bedroom, he unplugged his phone from the charger, and Jacob noticed a tweet from a random stranger on Twitter who privately messaged him about how he knows Jacob isn't the killer.

The username was shawtystar5, and Jacob read the direct message and he asked the random stranger who was the actual killer who was responsible for killing his girlfriend Izza.

I walked out of the bedroom and I asked Jacob if he was ready for me to take him to work? Jacob came out of his bedroom and I saw him looking all worried.

Something tells me Jacob knows something about him not being the killer. I asked Jacob what was wrong, he said nothing, nothing was wrong. I sighed, nodding my head, and I looked at Jacob confused.

Since Jacob now has his learners permit, he asked me if he could drive to work this time, I told Jacob it was fine, and Jacob nodded his head, and he marched his way downstairs, heading towards my car.

Since Jacob takes the subway after work, I sighed, walking my way into Jacob's bedroom. I slowly started to search for Jacob's phone. I went into every drawer, and I eventually found Jacob's cell phone lying on top of his nightstand next to his bed.

I grabbed the cell phone, and I tapped on the Twitter app on Jacob's iPhone. I took a deep breath, and sighed, and I noticed the message from shawtystar5.

After I read the tweet message, I laid the phone back down on the nightstand. I heard Jacob coming back into the room and Jacob asked me what I was doing in his bedroom as I turned.