"Hi Milo" I can hear Dylon's soft voice through the thin wallpaper. Who is he talking to? I felt a shiver run down my spine. Calm down Alex, your fourteen. He probably just has imaginary friends. I sit on my bed and think for awhile until I finally muster up the courage to see who my brother is "talking" to. I step out of my room and approach the Wooden door. I twist the cold metal nob and the door pops open. To my surprise Dylan isn't there. Maybe he was talking to Zach. That's probably what he was doing I think to myself as I walk back into my room and drift off to sleep on my bed. "Dylan?" "Hello Alex" "What are you doing?" I look at my surroundings to see myself tied onto a giant corn husk. "Sorry..." he murmurs before flicking open a lighter and tarnishing me I flames. Out of the corner of my eye I see a boy my age with slicked back jet black hair and a pale complection. "Dylan!" I wake up screaming. My chest heaves up and down as I feel beads of sweat rolling down my face. I didn't realize I was crying until I felt the tears sting my eyes. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 6:30 a.m. I groan and roll out of bed. I uncomfortably change into a grey hoodie, black ripped skinny jeans and black converse. I look at myself in the mirror. My wavy honey brown hair was frizzy so I grabbed a brush and ran it through it. I looked into my sky blue eyes. They reminded me so much of Clint's eyes. I refuse to call him dad. Now he will be Called Clint. I checked the time again and realized it was already 7:30. I walk into the bathroom to see Zach and Dylan already brushing their teeth and combing their hair. Zach rinses off his toothbrush and exits the bathroom leaving me and Dylan alone. "Who were you talking to last night Dylan?" I asked causing his chocolate brown eyes to widen. "Myself" he mutters through gritted teeth. "Dyl come on, I won't laugh at you for having imaginary friends" I confirm, wrapping my arm around Dylan's shoulder. "I wasn't talking to imaginary friends" said Dylan looking straight into my bright blue eyes. A look of fear over washes his face as he looks behind me. I turn around to see the boy from my dream putting his finger to his lips.
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I feel my breath hitch and I shakily turn back towards Dylan.
