Thursday November, 1
It was raining, I had nothing better to do so I walked out the unit, locked the door and into the hallway with my polka dotted umbrella. I walked out the building and outside into the pouring rain. There was a box next to the building sitting under the gutter every five seconds, water would shoot into the box.
There was a dripping wet blanket inside, I walked over to it, and squatted to look inside. There was a wet shaking puppy white as snow with a little brown splattered on its face, and one blue eye the other one brown.
I not such a huge animal fan but this dog was different, I was so little and could hardly stand it was so weak. I said
" who put you here little one? "
It just looked at me with sad eyes, I picked up the shivering puppy and held it in my arms. I could tell by its brain waves that it had been out here for at least 20 days. I said
" would you like to come home with me? "
It just looked at me, I walked back into the building. I passed Dallas in the hallway, he stopped and looked at me with the shaking puppy. I stopped for just a second before going again.
He said " what are you doing? "
I didn't listen and kept going he walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I turned around and said
" what do you want? "
He looked at my fingernails which were wrapped around the puppy had turned scarlet red, he said
" your nails..." He trailed off
I said " I'm angry, what does it look like! "
He said " what are you about to do to that puppy? "
I said " I just....found it in a box, it told me it has been there for 20 days "
He said " it told you? "
I said " yes it told me, not with its mouth with its brain. Remember I'm telepathic "
He said " oh well....can I ask you something? "
I said " what do you want from me? If you want to kill me just do it. I have nothing to live for anymore "
He said " I will one day but not today. Can you tell me who the person is that has been targeting you? "
I said " I don't want to talk about this right now "
I started to walk away Dallas rammed me into the wall, I didn't have any reaction.
He said " just tell me! "
I said " I don't know "
He said " stop faking, tell me "
I yelled at him " I don't fucking know! "
He narrowed his eyes once he knew I wasn't lying he let me go I said
" I'll tell you inside the house "
' was I really let a trained killer into my house? Ugh, I have such a headache I don't know what I was doing '
I walked over to my door and opened it with the keys, he said
" your house is surprisingly clean for a person who witnessed the death of four people "
I turned around and said " do you want me to kick you out again? "
He said " no.... just tell me who it was "

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Hidden Identities
FantastikDead family, assassins, telekinesis, that's Phoebe Clayton's life. Well that's not her real name just a cover up so she won't get killed, by the kid that has been tracking her down for years. Will she survive or will she fall under the pressure of h...