A Fine Line

Remind me.

Cecilia's POV

"And so what your're afraid of fish all because of that one incident?" Jordan asks me over the phone.

"That was a large catfish. You too would be scared of fish if one jumped out of the water and scratched across your face with is tail!" I shout.

"Would've left one hell of an awesome scar!" He cheers.

"Shut up."

"Up shut." He chuckles.

"I hate you. You're such a dick."

"Hmm... Didn't seem like you hated me yesterday morning." Hearing him snicker over the line makes me giggle and roll my eyes knowing he can see me.

"Feelings chan-" I hear ruffling and the line goes dead before I can finish. I guess his phone died. Or he would have text. I put my phone by my side and turn on J.cole while waiting for the light to turn green. My mind is stuck on yesterday morning when he and I shared something special and I smile. He makes me feel so safe. And I barely know him. But I feel as if I've know him my whole life.

Jordan's POV

"Vance?" I stare at my roommate in shock when I open the door. I hang up on CeCe quickly and stare back at Vance in disbelief.

"Hey Jordan." He sighs hanging at his head.

"What are you doing here?"

"I need you to sign these so that I no longer have to pay the rent on this place." He holds up a stack of papers and slaps them with his other hand. His face is expressionless and he's acting neutral. Not amused he seems.

"Why are you making me sign those?"

"So that I don't have to pay rent on a place I don't live at anymore."

"Where's Nick? Is he with you? Have you seen him lately?" I ask anxiously, ignoring his confusing statement.

"I haven't talked to him. Has he finally moved out?"

"What? N, no. His room is empty but I think, uh... No... He hasn't."

"Oh. Can you just sign these so I can go?"

"Come inside." I motion inside the apartment and we sit down at the stools under the island in the kitchen. "How'd you get away?"

"Away from...?"

"Vance. Don't fuck around."

"Ah. How did I get away, from you?"

"W,what? No... I," I close my mouth as I remember what the voice text me.

*I'll call the police. They'll find you.*

*on yourself?*
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*you're creepy*

*then so are you. :) *

"Fuck it. Give me the pen. Everyone is just so different lately, and I really couldn't give a fuck anymore. All of you can be damned as far as I'm concerned. Having me sign papers for some pointless shit I don't understand. "Moved out" are you? Fuck you, I don't need-" I'm cut off by Vances loud screaming until I realize he's been screaming my name the whole time I was rambling.

"Jordan!"

"What?!"

"Dude! Chill! Are you okay man? This is the reason I moved out. It's not everyone else acting different lately... It's you man..." Worry spreads across his face and I can feel the anger building in my chest.

"Fuck! Enough! Take the gosh-damn papers and get the hell out!" Veins pop out of my neck and his eyes go wide when I roughly slap the counter rising from the stool.

"Jordan..."

"Get. Out!" I shout once more, now shaking in rage.

"I'm going, I'm going!" He holds his hands up in defense as he passes me and he runs to the door and opens it. He opens his mouth to say something else and I widen my eyes and clench my jaw. He closes his mouth and shuts the door behind him. When the door closes I fall to the floor, letting out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding. Grabbing my head into my hands and rocking back and forth as adrenaline courses through me.

"Ah!" I shout in agony trying to understand what is going on with me lately. I lay on the ground, chest rising and falling due to my unsteady breathing. All I see is red as memories shoot through my head, sounding like different alarms at once. My head pounds and my chest is tight.

~"Please Jordan! Don't!"

"You sick bastard. You're crazy." She spits. "You're crazy."

"Then so are you."

*Bang!*

"I think they're gone."

"Jordan please! He'll kill us both you have to! Find the girl and do whatever he says! Please man you can't let him kill us! He'll kill y-"

*Crash!*

"Mommy! Stop! You're scaring me!"

*I'll call the police. They'll find you.*

*on yourself?*

"You're crazy."

"They're gone." "Gone."

"Yourself?" "Yourself?"

"Crazy."

"Crazy."

"It's you, man..."

"It's you." ~

The voices of others fill my head and I scream in pain, and confusion. Fear. Hot tears fall from my eyes and burn like lava when falling to my neck.

"Stop!" I shout in an apartment alone. "Please, Stop!" I cry. I finally lose the battle, laying there motionless while the memories torture me.

"Please..." My fight is slowly dwindled by The pain I can't control, and I give up all hope in myself, once more. The only thing keeping me here is the one I met two nights ago. Her beautiful smile and her soft laugh....

"With you, I kind've felt... Fearless."

"You need me, and I need you."

"What do you need from me?"

"Everything."

"To fear yourself, is to fear your mind. To fear your mind is to fear your actions. To fear your actions is to fear others. To fear others, is to fear the world."

My thoughts are left with her as I slip from the world and into sleep.

"Is to fear the world."

"Fear the world."

"Fear."