Going In Blind

Dream

We've been working together for 4 days now. It's sort of...odd working with someone so young. As per usual, however, we got work done at an incredible pace. I finally returned to my apartment, and slumped on the couch with my eyes closed, my face towards the ceiling. A piece of...something  fell onto my face. I opened my eyes, picking a piece of paper from my eyes, noticing it had clearly been taped to the ceiling, and rather bad at that.

"Again?" I muttered, flipping it over.

'Henry, you must leave!' It was much neater this time, the handwriting in perfect cursive. Even the language was different; my entire first name was used this time. Again, I disregarded it, tossing it into the open bin as I stood up. I stretched and walked into the open kitchen, flipping on the pure white lights. I opened the fridge only of find a much of uncooked food. Sighing, I went to the cabinet beside it and got a small can of pre-cooked spaghetti. Once it was done heating up, I went into my bedroom and sat on my bed. I had my legs crossed, examining my notifications on my phone. I didn't do this much, but I noticed a text from a number I had never seen before. I swiftly opened it, but I said nothing other than an address. In my building. Directly above me. What? Perhaps this has to do with the messages. Perhaps it does. Slowly and reluctantly, I exited my apartment. 

It took me less than two minutes to get there. I knocked lightly on the door, then again louder. The door didn't open. I rang the doorbell, and slowly, with hesitation, it creaked open. Inside was a boy, looking just barely over 18. He looked rugged, to say the least. He didn't speak, but only opened the door wider to allow me inside. The apartment matched him. There were clothes everywhere, holes in the wall, and various other issues. He led me over to an old beige couch where we sat, still in silence.

"Henry..." He finally muttered. My eyes darted to his, begging for an explanation.

"You're in danger. You need to quit your job and move. Now." 

"Excuse me? " I questioned, looking into his deep brown eyes. His hair was the same colour, a soft chestnut. There was a kind aura about him, despite the mess.

"You have to go now! Hurry, please!" He got more desperate.

"I don't have to do anything. Who are you?" Taking orders from a kid? Sure.

"Go!" He shouted this. Without giving me any time to respond, his hands flew to my neck.

"Go away!" I felt my breath disappearing. No...Not yet. I'm not ready.

I reached up to his hands, but I was losing strength. 

"Pl..ease." I managed to sputter, but he only tightened his grip. I watched as his face grew blurry, and slowly, my eyes closed.

Until they opened to see the ceiling above my couch where I was laying.

A/N

I know this is really short...Sorry! I'm a bit stressed right now, but I should have a longer chapter coming out soon.

Animation sucks. Don't do it. Even if it's for fun, it sucks.