The warrior.

sorry

I wake up and look at my phone. It's 2:00 am? heh.. I'm tired, but I guess this is insomnia at its finest.

I get up and walk downstairs. Through the kitchen window I watch the moon. I have always found that peaceful.

Some Gatorade sounds nice, I open my fridge and grab a red Gatorade. I'm wide awake now, I'm going to watch some American horror story in the living room.

what the hel*? there is a outline of a body sitting on my couch. I tip-toe back in the kitchen and grab my silver pocket knife. I've kept it hidden in a drawer for a long while.

While walking back the figure stands up quickly. practically jumps up. I flick on the light and see Mr. Blackwell? yup. that's him.

"What the fuc* Mr. Blackwell?!?" I yell. oh. my. god. he is in my house. I didn't realize I fell against the wall until I started rocking back and forth. thanks a lot now I'm gonna have a anxiety attack.

"Alex... It's not what you think okay." he says slowly like I'm a child. oh my gosh, I hate that.

I think he keeps talking or something but I can't make out what he is saying. His lips are moving but I don't hear anything.

I scream when he picks me up from the floor and carries me to my room. my breathing is accelerating.

Mason starts whispering sweet things in my ear. I think I'm calming down. I'm not sure because of my erratically beating heart.

Okay Alex calm down, think of wolves. Remember that dream of when you saw a wolf outside the window. It had bright green eyes, and midnight black fur.

I start taking deep breathes. this is nice.

I'm coming back to reality when I see mason in front of my face, dude.

"Alex? Alex are you okay?" he asks. he seems worried.

I nod slowly. I muster up the courage to ask. "where is my Gatorade?"

He smiles. Mr. Blackwell smiled at me. wow I'm stupid. He hands me my Gatorade. I drink it. simple.

I'm sitting on my bed staring at my lap, I know he is staring at me. ew. why would you want to do that.

"is there something on my face or..?" I ask while wiping my face.

He shakes his head and says " no. I'm just glad your okay."

weird. why wouldn't I be okay. so I ask " uh, Mr Blackwell why wouldnt I be okay?"

Then I realize, i worked on his car. Then cut my hand or something. "if i cut my tattoo I'm gonna be pisse*." I mumble.

I look at my left hand there is a wrap on it, but I can see my blood, it's soaked through.

"do you want an explanation alex?" he asks kindly.

"yeah it'd be cool if you did." I mumble quietly.

He starts with " I brought my ferrari to the garage that you work at. After you finished working on my car, I asked if that was your black jeep. It was, but as you were getting your phone from the speakers, you cut your hand quite deep. I tapped your shoulder but I scared you, you dropped the white rag but quickly kicked it up and caught it. I thought i made you get hurt. I picked you up and started towards your jeep. but you eventually faded out of consciousness. So I cleaned your wound and put you in your bed." he said slowly so I could process some of it.

" oh and Alex, you didn't ruin my shirt." he says while smiling.

"b-but there is blood all over it. I'll get you a new one. okay?" I say quietly.