Jack's POV
I walked down the road. It was sunny. Me and Mark have moved into our new house in Brighton! The grocery store was right ahead. Then-
I'm back!
I turned. There he was. Anti. Nobody sees him. But he can hurt me, hear me, see me and talk to me. My head began to sting. I hid it. If I say anything about him I'm shipped off again. I dug my nails into my hand, making a fist. I got the groceries and walked home. I only then noticed the blood. I wiped it on the inside of my coat as I walked in.
"Your back then!" Mark said taking the bag.
"Yeah! Whatcha doin'!?" I asked
"Not much, just watching tv!" He said, he then looked at the bag and noticed the blood.
"Why's there... blood, you've been doing the thing with your nails again haven't you! We talked about that!-"
"Yeah well I can't always help it!" I yelled
"You don't need to fucking shout! We just moved in! The neighbours will kill me!" He yelled.
"Maybe I don't care!" I snapped, viciously.
"Just fuck off you psycho!" He yelled. I walked to the door.
He knows what you are!
"No! Jack, I didn't mean it..." he said, softly.
He did...
I began to run.
"Come back!"
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