Final Hour (NateWantsToBattle & MatPat)

6

2:30 in the morning. We got back to my house at around 11:12 at night. Nate stayed up for maybe 15 minutes, then crashed in my guest room. I'm sitting in my living room with Skip. There's no way what's been happing to Nate isnt documented somewhere. Someone haas tried to kill him, and no one has reported it.

I don't even understand. Nate's description of what this is about is still very vage.. At this moment, theres still alot he hasnt said, and I don't expect him to explain everything. He's shaken up from earlier.. or last night... I don't want to force it out of him.

Skip was playing with a fake snow ball, as I continued to search the internet. Looking up, I see Nate's phone go off on my end table. As soon as the phone rang, Skip jumped off the couch runnig down the hall. Unknown number. Taking a deep breathe, I pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I answer.

Nothing. No one answered. All I can hear is faint breathing.

"Hello?!" I ask again.

Still no one was there..

This is weird..

"Hello..." I raise my voice.

After that, the person hung up. I sgould probably tell Nate. It could be someone important. Setting his phone on the table, standing up. Walking down the hall. The guest room door was open.

Pushing it open more, I spot Skip sleeping on the bed.

"Nate.." I whisper, barely able to see him in the dark. Skip looked up as I called Nate's name.

But it wasnt just Skip that looked up. Nate looked up, barly looking at me.

"What's wrong?" He asked quietly.

"You got a phone call," I tell him. "It was an unknown number."

He looked at me for a moment, then looked down. "Who was it?" He asked me, sitting up, noticing Skip.

"I don't know, the person didn't say anything. He was just... breathing." I add.

"Hmm.." He sighed, moving his fluffed hair away from his eyes. "Interesting."

Nate sat there silently, glancing from Skip to me. "Lemme check it out." He sighed, standing up, getting a dirty look from my cat.

I walk out into my livingroom, Nate followed slowly.

As soon as we got to the kitchen, I handed him his phone. He yawned, looking over his contacts.

"I'mma be right back." He sighed, walking away again.

I'm guessing we're not sleeping now. It was quiet, but I could hear Skip's tail beating against the counter.

I decided to sit down, taking a look at my laptop again. It was still silent, all until I heard a loud crashing noise, sounded like glass breaking. I stood up quickly, looking around.. It's Nate.

Running down my hallway, I see the guest room light on. "Nate!!" I yell, going into the guest room. He was in there. On the floor sitting in a ball with his face buried in his knees with his sweeter over his face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I ask him.

"I can't..." He shook his head. "I can't do it."

"Wait, what?" I ask, looking around him. "And I heard glass break? What broke?" I ask.

He forced himself to look up, but his bangs were shockingly long enough to hide his eyes.

"What's the matter?" I ask him. "Nate, what's wrong?"

"... Don't.. Don't look." He whispered, looking down again.

"Hey," I narrow my eyes. "Nate, you're bleeding again." I noticed the cut on his arm reopened. "Look at me." I make him look at me."Tell me what wrong?"

I couldn't see his eyes, but something tells me we have a small problem. He actually looked at me, then sighed, moving his bangs away from his eyes.

I have to fight a gasp of shock. Around his eyes, were black and purple, aswell as purple\blue 'tear' stains running down his cheeks.