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Logan's POV

For the rest of the afternoon, all I tried to do is relax. The thought of that mysterious man stuck with me all day, and everywhere I look he'd always be there. I was practically paranoid. When I finally got home, I started to study a load of useless stuff, trying to remember as much shit for the test for tomorrow, or at least trying to. I decided I'd go downstairs to grab a snack, and maybe go outside for a bit.

However, as I got into the kitchen, I saw him. My heart nearly stopped. This guy; This stranger was standing in the hallway, and it seemed to be that he didn't acknowledge that I was looking right at him. He was just looking at our family pictures. Creepy. I rubbed my eyes a couple of times, only thinking I was tired. He looked exactly like the guy I saw in the school's court yard. But he was facing me, instead of having his back turned. I slowly moved to the side of the counters and grabbed a small kitchen knife all while keeping my eyes on this inhumanly pale man. As I took the knife in my hand, it felt as wave of nausea crashed into my head. God, I actually have to kill him. Do I have to do this?

I swallowed hard before slowly creeping towards him, praying that the floorboards wouldn't make a sound or anything. Just a bit closer… Though, just when I was about to go for the kill, the man turned around, and I froze. I could've sworn my heart stopped as well.

"Woah just…" He held his hand out, as if to stop me at first, "Take it easy there."

Holy mother of god, he's talking now.

"Just, I don't want you to freak out…"

Well what else am I supposed to do?!

"Well first, I'd appreciate if you put the knife down."

Oh, hell no. Instead, I held the knife tighter and brought it closer to me.

"Just answer this… You can see me, right?"

I slowly nodded, but gave him a look as if he were mental. Maybe he is mental. God, why is he here then?

"Okay, just let me explain-"

I shook my head and backed away from him, still aimed the knife towards him.

"Listen, I'm not here to hurt you-"

I can't take this psycho anymore. I lunged forward, knife sticking out only to meet the center of his torso. We both froze where we were, but the man didn't seem to be in any sort of pain. No blood or guts came spilling out. Oh god, what the hell?

"Uh okay," He spoke, "That was uncalled for."

I started trembling violently. Why isn't he hurt? Why isn't he dead?! Why is he still here?! I choked on a scream or some other sound I was going to make. I took a step back, terrified by what just happened.

But before he could say anything else, I could see the world going blurry for a moment. The next second, all of it was black.

Roach's POV

I frowned, knowing very well his panic attack wouldn't have anything on me. I wanted to push him away, but I knew my hands would most likely pass through him. The kid definitely had some courage to simply swing a knife at any stranger in his house, but the way he reacted was certainly worrying. I tried calming him down, but he started to fall, quickly. Within a few seconds, he fell to the floor, making a loud thumping sound that either came from the impact of his head or something else.

That could've gone better. A lot better.

I sighed to myself, "Maybe it'll go better next time." I crouched down to get a better look at him. Thank god he was still breathing, first of all. Second, why is he so important? Why can't I just leave without having to deal with irritating pain? This is gonna be frustrating.