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Chapter 1: P

Thunder. The dark. Spiders. Snakes. Heights. Drowning. Dying. Not dying. Being hit by a car. Embarrassment. Small places...we all have our fears.

Some have more than others. Some have less. For me? Oh I'm scared of most of those. Spiders, Storms, being up high with nothing to keep me from falling, someone I love dying, not dying... But they can be counteracted with either bravery or Andra Sida.

It'll cause the fears t- ...oh? You don't know what Andra Sida is? Well, Friend...Andra Sida is also known as The Blackout, or 'Other side'.

It has countless other names but I can't possibly name them all. It's your protection when you lose all sanity. Your breaking point. You know, blind rage or total shut down to save yourself. You're either an Angripare (fighter and blind rager) or Beskedlig (innocent shut down).

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Walking through the halls of school (read:hell), I hug my books and markers close to my chest, weaving through the giant crowd of my peers who are ready to get out of this educational jail.

They say education is a virtue. A need.

I agree. But have you ever realized that when you force someone to do something, they end up not wanting to do it at all?

Ah, yes my locker. My library of manga's, video game swap store, snack keeper, and closet.

Who actually uses lockers for school stuff? It's...it's just a bigger bookbag. That you don't have to carry around...

Okay...just...just put you in here.... THERE! Good book bag.

As I slam my locker shut, there's a kid in a gray jacket, jeans, and a pair of messed up vans leaning on a few lockers away, looking at me.

The jacket's hood covers his face. What the hell is he doing here...

The bell interrupts my thoughts. The mysterious man must remain uncloaked for now.

I turn around, heading down the hall towards chemistry, looking over my shoulder every twenty or so seconds... the guy walking behind me every single time.

***

"Please" Then some faint word... "Please don't do this to me! I'm sorry!!!"I look up at what seems to be my lover. His eyes saddened but his body language aggressive. He has a knife held above his head, ready to slice my skin open any second and end my life. Two huge, bright white wings are attached to his back, feathers falling down with every slight movement he makes.

"Don't... please..." I amble out, the blood loss making me weak enough already. My pleads to live and sobs tiring me as well.

He stares down at me, eyes like daggers, body towering over me. "I'm sorry." He mutters. Next thing you hear is a blood-curdling scream with the splatter of blood onto the floor.

***

What the hell was that...? I look up to see the same guy in my dream holding an ice pack to my head in the nurses office. Well this isn't awkward at all...

"Max. Are you alright?"

I jump up quickly and wince, wondering how this guy knows who I am.

"Hey, take it easy. You hit your head pretty hard." His voice was friendly but calming. This is the same guy in my dream but...why? Who is he and how did I get here?

I look up at his brown eyes and they flash bright blue for a second then return to their normal color. What the fuck...? I blink a few times, wondering if I'm just seeing things. Probably am. Who knows how hard I hit my head...if I even did.

"Who are you..?" I ask the guy.

"I am-" he gets cut off by the school nurse walking in... Yay. The usual person-walks-in-and-cuts-off-the-guy-answering-the-question cliche.

He steps back and leans against the wall, letting the nurse check me out. Ms. Jackson shined a light in my eyes, one at a time. Geez...I'm up and talking. You'd think she'd let me go now.

"Can you try to walk in a straight line please?" She points to the ground in front of her and draws an imaginary line to the other end of the room. Probably enough to take 10 steps. Give or take a few.

This is gonna be easy. I inhale slowly and take a small step. Okay, I think I got this. Standing up completely straight and with a confident look on my face, I try to do my usual, long stride.

"Hey! Easy!" I hear as I get lightheaded, seeing the ground coming close to my face before a strong arm wraps around my stomach and pulls me up.

With my eyes shut tightly, I feel myself tensed up but someone's holding me by the stomach to keep me up right.

Let's try this again. I NEED to get out of here. "Let's go again." I say to the person holding me.

The guy holds my hands in front of me, like a parent teaching a child how to walk. Funny.

He gives me an unsure look. "Are you positive you wanna do this?"

I nod and he starts taking small steps backwards. Me, following him with even smaller steps.

He turns us around after his back hits the wall and does the same thing in the opposite direction, taking larger steps each time.

After a while I start to walk normally and the mysterious, unnamed guy lets go. "You ready to get out of here?"

Grabbing my stuff, I nod, turn and say thank you to the nurse, and walk out with Mr. No Name in tow.

***

After a while of walking across the building and up a flight of stairs, the guy finally delivered me to my class. I turn to walk in but I pause in my tracks.

"You never...you never told me your name... But you know mine. There's something unfair about that." I cross my arms. This'll bug me all day if I don't squeeze the information out of this guy.

"Fine, wanna know my name? It's-" Right before he could tell me the simplest secret I've been dying to hear, the bell rings.

"Son of a b-" 

The students pour out of the classrooms and move through the hallways like salmon migrating up a stream. I look back to the guy who led me to my class, only to find that he isn't there...of course...

Just my freaking luck...

Better head to my next class then. Hopefully Mr. Dixon will forgive me for missing his English I class this one time.

***

As I head to Mrs. Rolyat's room, I get yanked into a spare presentation room that's usually used for clubs or small announcements to groups. My mouth covered, by a hand that doesn't belong to me, so that I wouldn't scream or alert anyone that my life could be in danger...