How Can I Love You?

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     I felt, nothing.  I didn't feel pain or loneliness.  I didn't feel scared or cold anymore.  I couldn't see anything, I couldn't tell if my eyes were open or shut.  All I knew was that I could hear his words ringing throughout my brain.  Actually, they seemed to echo around me as if they were bouncing off walls.  "(Y/N) go home."  Now it echoed faster and I could feel my heart racing. "Go home" "Go home" "Go home".
     I sat up so quickly I almost fell over again, I started coughing hysterically.  I held a fist to my chest and used my other hand to prop myself up off of the ground.  My fingers dug into the carpet. Wait, i thought carpet? I looked around with blurred vision and rubbed my eyes.  I was in the living room and sitting in a pool of water.  The carpet was soaked, along with my heavy clothes and dripping wet hair.  I used the wall for balance as I stood up on my unsteady feet.  I was shaking, I won't be surprised if I get sick. 
    I made it down the hall into the bathroom and I took off my clothes.  They were really heavy from the rain.  I mean the one time I wear jeans, seriously?  I got in the shower, trying to get my mind in order.  I sat there with the water pouring down on top of my head, holding my knees to my chest.  What had happened?  Was it real?  Of course it had been real, my clothes, the rug, that doesn't just happen.  I was dizzy, it was really hard to see.  I rubbed my arms and saw blood on my hand.  The backs of my arms stung every time the water hit them,  they had somewhat deep cuts on them, and simple little scrapes. 
    When I got out I put my hair in a messy bun on top of my head and put on a red flannel with some black sweats and socks. I adjusted my bra strap and went to the kitchen.  I sat at the dining room table and stared off into space.  I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. How in the hell did I even get home?  I could feel the chills down my spine, he had told me to go home.  He knew my name even,  but the real question was obvious.   Who was he?
     I sat on my bed with my laptop in hand, I had to put on my glasses whenever I used it or read anything in general.  I clicked on the YouTube app and decided to watch some Markiplier. 
    It had been a while since I sat down and watched his videos.  I usually did that every weekend.  That was the perfect time for food and youtubers. 
    I clicked on a recent video and plugged in my earbuds.  His voice sounded so familiar, but then again I watched his videos.  Why wouldn't I recognize it, right.  Unfortunately, I couldn't concentrate on the video no matter how hard I tried.  I continuously stared into his eyes.  I was completely zoned out, I couldn't hear anything he said even with the volume all the way up.  His eyes, it was something about them that really caught my attention.  I couldn't point out what to save my life, but I knew something about them was off.
    I eventually just shut my laptop and set it to the side.  I remembered the nightmare, my mom, running, the men, and him.  He had saved me from those idiots, I fought the best I could but he actually saved me.  When I had tried saying something he spoke as if he didn't want to hear it.  He told me to go home.  I remembered the darkness that had enclosed me, and in some way I ended up here.  I tried to remember his aurora, but nothing came to me.  I had never thought about something so hard in my life. Who was this guy?

Darks POV

    What had I done?  I was so stupid, but I couldn't just let them hurt her, could I? Why did I care about her?  I'm the one who hurts people for joy.  Not even that, I hurt people because I like it.  But her screams,  I never wanted to hear them again.  I had watched her fight with her mother,  I watched her shake and cry in her sleep.  I couldn't see her nightmare, which is unusual.  I'm supposed to give the nightmares. 
    When she got up and ran I followed her,  I saw her cry and apologize to her mom.  I listened to their conversation, but I still couldn't figure out what was up with this girl.  She started walking home, and those guys followed her.  I saw them chase her and I was going be on my way.  I was going to let the evil in this world handle itself.  It didn't need help by any means. 
   I sat on the rooftop and watched her run straight into the dead end of a dark alley.  Thoughts ran through my mind that I didn't even know I was capable of thinking.  She fought back, she held them off exceptionally well.  But when that one guy slipped past her, she was down.  I had stood and turned to leave.  I was confused with the way I was feeling.  Although I shouldn't have been,  I felt anger and that was normal.  It was the sadness that caught me off guard.  Right when I had started walking across the roof she yelled.  She cried for help at the top of her lungs, and that did it.
   In and instant I was there, when her eyes locked with mine I had lost all control.  I could see the fear and the pain in her teary eyes.  Usually, I give people those eyes, I'm feared by people, they cry because of me, then they die.  I pulled all of them off of her and she backed up.  The fight was over as soon as it started, I killed them, that's what I do.  I kill.  She tried to thank me, but I couldn't hear it just then.  I was so angry with the idiots I had just slayed.  I was covered in blood and I knew she could smell it.  I told her to go home, and I stalled her mind and body.  I sent her home. 
    Now she sat on her bed, thinking deeply, trying to uncover my identity.  Her expression said it all, her eyes said confusion.  She had no idea what was happening.  I almost felt bad for her.  But why?  I have no idea.  Maybe I don't want anyone else to hurt her because that's my job.  No, I can't lie to myself.  I was going to keep following her.  People tend to target her more than I expected.  I had to know more about her.  I had to know, why she was different.  Why, I had to know why I couldn't be away from her.  I had to know why.

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