Jack's POV
I heard giggling, I was at my house. I walked from my living room into my bedroom. Empty. I walked to my bathroom, turning on the light. I looked in my mirror. The light turned off. I couldn't breathe. HE was behind me-
I woke up in a sweat, coughing. My nose stung like a bee sting. I slid my hand under my mattress. I turned on my phones flashlight and looked around the room. As I turned to my pillow I saw a large red patch of blood. I chocked on my pillow and had a nose bleed in one night. Fuck. I turned the case inside out before they flag it down as self harm. Mark doesn't need to put up with that shit. My phone buzzed.
Hey, can't get into work today! Someone broke into my house, looked a bit like your figure! Could of sworn he had green hair! Probs not! I ain't left ya! - Mark
No way... it can't be...
Where's your house? What's the postcode? - Jack
Just 4th along on Colly Avenue! Why? - Mark
No fucking way...
That's where I started having hallucinations I lived there - Jack
He needs to move. Has to! This is mental. I smashed my fists against the door.
"I want to talk to my doctor! Right fucking now!" I yelled. A guard opens the door window.
"He's off work, and can't come in! You could go talk to the manager! She's in a meeting." He said.
"Felix, call him in!" I said. The door buzzed and opened. I punched him. He collapsed. I grabbed his card and ran. Door one. Two. Three. Office. I ran straight outside. Dark. I checked my phone. 00:30. Damn. Poor manager. I ran to my- to Mark's house. I nocked.
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