His World.

Chapter 4: Confusion

"Aaaaaahh!" I screeched as I back away from the familiar figure standing in front of me. His eyes look so. . . empty; so deep; so fragile. He stood there, grinning at me while lending out his hand. He retrieved it after a few seconds and sighed. I stared at him, wide-eyed, because I never actually thought he'd find me here. Fuckin' stalker.

"Oh, c'mon Arsie. I don't bite." He said, somehow trying to form a sweet smile on his face. I glared at him intensely and stood up, puffing all the dust away from my pants and my shirt. I looked at him carefully, and somehow, I thought I saw his eyes shimmer a little. Were they tears? Is he crying? Or was it the light?

"You fucking stalker!" I squealed. "How did you get here? Did you follow me? What's wrong with you?! What do you want from me?!" I consequently asked, squeals turning into little sobs, tears streaming down my face caused by anger and fear. I'm pissed. Definitely very, very pissed at this man.

He scoffed, then walked closer to me. I took a step back, held out a hand and warned him to stop. By then, he suddenly pulled my arm and hugged me really tight. Like, really, really, tight. It seemed like he had known me forever, and lost me through the years. It seemed like he was searching for me all his life. Unbelievable! How can he even act like this?!

I pushed him away and looked at him with confusion. I then confirmed it. I saw what trickled down his face. It was a tear. Crystal clear fluid had flown down his face. His nose was red, his eyes were puffy, and he had the saddest look ever. I don't understand! Why is he crying? Did I do something wrong? I panicked, not knowing what to do to him. What if somebody sees us? They might have mistaken me for a heartbreaker! Unacceptable!

"H-hey! Please stop crying," I stammered. "What do you want? I'm going to get it or do it for you. Just please, stop."

"I'm happy."

I stopped panicking and looked at him. He smiled, looking at me with sincere and beautiful deep brown eyes. They lost the emptiness in them; tears shined on the edges of his eyes.

"Happy? Why?" I asked. He looked so vulnerable, so innocent, so sweet. I don't understand. Why is this guy happy? I just don't understand!

After a few seconds of looking at his sweet smile, it disappeared. His lips formed a frown, and blood was rushing through his face.

Oh my god.

"W-what the—hey!" I squealed and ran towards him, catching his collapsing body. Heavy, but I can manage. Blood started to stain my clothes, my hands, his hair, his face, our everything.

Our everything?

"Ar. . . Sie. . ."

Hey! Oh my god, what's wrong? What happened? Oh god, oh god! I panicked as I was caressing his face and trying to wipe the blood of his cheeks.

"L-leave. . . N-now. ." He stammered. I don't understand! He's bleeding; he's in pain, but he wants me to leave?!

"J-j-just le-leave. . !" He tried so hard to scream and demand me to leave him, so I stood up. But I guess I was too late. A string of pain flowed through my left arm's nerves, sending signals to my brain. I've been shot. The pain was surreal, so my body collapsed on the sand. I felt tears flow down my face, and I couldn't see clearly now. Soon after, everything blacked out.

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"Arsie!" I heard a subtle scream coming towards me. Am I dead? Did I die because of blood loss? What the hell happened?

I tried to open my eyes and noticed that the guy isn't there anymore. My eyes are even barely open, because the sunlight was glaring at me.

"Arsie, what the hell happened?! You just suddenly screamed. You fell asleep on the seashore, actually." Josh's voice said. I turned around and noticed that he was holding my shoulder. He cupped my face. I stared at him blankly. It was only a dream, a bad, bad dream. I felt a stray tear run down my face. I quickly wipe it off before Josh sees, but he was also staring back at me with eyes full of concern.

"I had a nightmare," I softly said. "It was about the guy in that fast food restaurant earlier."

"You mean that waiter?" I nod as sign of a reply. He wore a frustrated look while still staring at me with eyes now filled with confusion. We were wrapped by an uncomfortable silence. He moved his face closer to mine and our noses touch. I can feel myself turn red. What the hell is this guy even doing? Before I knew it, he planted a kiss on my cheek and smiled weakly.

"Please don't worry about that now. You're still broken. Lets have a drink." He said sweetly then smiled. I smiled back then sat up, puffing the sand off my clothes. I then stood up, noticing the two shot glasses beside me. I chuckled, knowing the fact that I actually didn't move while I was sleeping.

"That's because you were so tense."

There it is, there he is again! Listening to my thoughts without my consent. Anger instantly filled me up, as I kick the sand furiously off the ground. I grip my hair and pull it aback, stressing on why this guy is bothering me. Is he real or am I going crazy?

"Arsie, please calm down. Why are you like this today?" Josh calmly said as he puts his hand on my shoulder and the other cupping my face gently. Again, I felt tears streaming down my face. I couldn't explain what I'm feeling or experiencing right now. He'd probably think that I'm crazy. I just let the tears flow down and drop to the ground. He pulled me closer and hugged me tightly, but that didn't calm me down. Is this because of the break up? This is too big of an impact. I can't handle this. I feel so weak and useless.

"I don't know why, Josh. Please help me," I sobbed as I bury my face into his neck. He rubbed my back slowly, making little circle motions. He's trying to calm me down, but I just can't. My chest feels so tight and I feel a throbbing pain in my head. A few seconds later, I pushed him away and ran. I ran away from him. I couldn't feel any better as he was comforting me, and I don't want to cause him trouble in work because he might always be absent because of me. I ran towards the road and wiped stray tears that flow down my face. A few seconds later, My feet reached the road's hard ground. I decided to run to the city rather than letting Josh drive me there. This might be tiring, but I'll do what it takes to get away from him. I don't even know why, but I just feel like I have to. I begged for help but I ran away from him.

I really am going crazy, am I?