The Fallen (On Hiatus)

Chapter 3 [Unknown]

My room went back to its original state. Little soggy but that was something that could be fixed. The only thing I cared about was to find answers. My mother and father had come inside the room to check on me now that the ice had melted. But I couldn't hear a thing. I was focusing on the boy outside of the house.

"Just who is he?"

"Let's take you to the bathroom to clean you up honey ok?" whispered my mother as I just noticed the blood on my clothes.

"It must be from the broken window."

"Okay...," I answered her quietly as we both made our way inside the bathroom.

"Let's see your wounds. Do you feel any pain?"

"No I don't...,"

My eyes widened to see that no wounds were found on my body. What was also strange, was that my mother was completely calm as if I wasn't covered in blood. I wanted to ask her but the words didn't seemed to get out of my mouth.

"That just doesn't make any sense... What the hell is going on here?"

After I finished cleaning myself, I got back to my bedroom. I walked closer to the window and tried to find that boy from outside. The sound of the shattered glasses echoing through the whole room while I walked around.

I couldn't find that strange guy anywhere and that was really intimating.

"What the hell was that anyway? Where did that ice came from? And that heat... Who was that guy?"

"Are you looking for someone?"

"Huh!?" suddenly, the boy from outside my window was now right in front of me. I took a better look on his appearance and realized he had shoulder length, straight but slightly spiky/messy black hair and sapphire blue eyes. He was wearing a white long sleeve T-shirt and black jeans with a pair of black and white sneakers. Also, I noticed that his skin had a really pale, almost sickly colour. I must had be starting because I saw him slightly smirking. I quickly took my eyes off him and looked everywhere else but him, but then I remembered that I needed answers and looked back straight into his eyes.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

"Who am I?" he asked with the same smirk and I tightened my fists. He could be dangerous for all I knew.

"Yes, who are you?" I questioned again and the guy just walked closer towards me.

"The real question is who are YOU."

"What kind of nonsense is he speaking...?" I thought to myself as I took a few steps back until I reached the window.

"What are you talking about? Just answer to my question," I demanded once more and after a while he finally answered. If you count that as an answer, that is.

"You see, I don't really have a name."

"What a liar."

"Then how should I call you?" I questioned while crossing my arms. It was strange enough that he had suddenly appeared inside my house. Him not giving any info was even more creepy.

"Why don't you pick a name for me then?"

"What is he? A dog?" I deadpanned as he gave me a small smile.

"I can't do that if you already have a name. I am sure you just don't want to tell me what your name is," I voiced and kept glaring daggers at him.

"I assure you that I don't have a name. I never had."

"Ok then mister 'Unknown' what are you doing inside my house? How did you even get here in the first place?"

"I am here to help you of course," he replied in a matter of fact tone as my right hand was slowly trying to reach the wooden chair. It seemed like it had become my personal weapon.