Steve's POV
"Well, well, well...Not hiding behind that psychopath of yours?"
I jolted myself awake as the same nightmare haunted my mind. Those gleaming yellow eyes.... Who was that?
"God dammit.." I muttered to myself. It was about a week since I've came home from Spawn City, I tried not to think about the fact that Herobrine himself had went near insane as the doctor announced I had amnesia.
I hadn't seen him since and I was glad for that. However the small pang of pain hit me whenever I thought of him.
There was something missing, besides from having the same nightmare over and over. I needed answers and as scary as it was there was one person to talk to.
I just need to get over the paralyzing fear I had of him.
Had we been friends? He was besides me in the hospital, or maybe he caused whatever happened to me and felt guilty, which was a tad disbelieving as he was Herobrine
"Arg!" I groaned out, pulling the pillow my head was resting on and slammed it over my face, I couldn't even sleep anymore! Stupid thoughts...
"I can't..." I whispered to no one in particular, maybe saying it aloud would force me to come to terms with things and get well deserved answers.
"He knows what happened though...Maybe he came across me and felt bad?" I rolled over, groaning to myself.
"No..he would've dropped me off and left if that were the case.." A sigh ripped through me as I sat up and looked outside.
"He was so torn though...Maybe I should talk to him..." His heartbroken expession was present for a split second before his anger flared up and he left after punching a hole through the wall. It later fixed itself while the doctor and nurses were chatting in the hallway.
I gave a weak nod to myself as I laid back down.
"He should be sleep though...it is night.." I hit my head and sighed once more.
"He's a god...do gods even sleep?" I asked myself, tapping my bottom lip.
"I should just get go...he's bound to be wandering somewhere..." That was the most half lived thought I had, no sooner than that was I waking up hearing a distant rooster crowing in the soft rays of sunlight.
I must've crashed last night...
My body felt sore, I hadn't dreamed tonight and I was grateful for that as I got a nights rest before the big day.
He was the only one who could answer my questions and I needed them badly.
As I got ready and ate breakfast I mentally prepared myself, hopefully making sure I could face him once more without my fear skyrocketing at an all time high.
"This is a bad idea..." I muttered to myself, going towards my front door, fixing the satchel I had packed full of necessities should I not be back by dusk.
"Oh! I was just leaving, may I help you?" A girl with orange hair and olive green eyes stood there, her fist raised. She blinked a couple of times before hugging me.
"Oh Steve!"
"Woah there! Is something the matter miss?" I asked her, shifting my weight so I didn't drop her.
"Steve?" She let go of me and held me at arms length.
"Yes" I responded back, her eyes narrowed as she chewed her lip.
"Who am I?" She finally asked. I gave a hum as I looked at her up and down, looking outside and not noticing a house nearby, only a horse to which I assumed was hers.
