Misunderstood

Remember This

Yeah, they say when we grow up, you'll understand when you're older.. Guess I'm still a kid, I don't know it, if I'll ever let go of this. Say goodbye to the old me, we ain't friends anymore, you don't know me. I know I could die any moment, if I do just remember this..

I park in the driveway of the address.

Evans house..

I take a shakey breath and pet Rocket. I glance over at him, looking into his different colored eyes, "I'm gonna be right back."

He starts to cry when i climb out of the car, but i ignore him, walking up the steps to the door.

I go to knock on the door, but it opens and someone pulls me in.

My breathing starts to become more difficult, and I regret not bringing Rocket with me.

The light turns on, blinding me and i find myself in HABITs house.

Welp now i know where he lives.

"H-HABIT?" I ask, looking at him across the room.

He turns around and looks at me, "Evan.."

A shiver went down my spine as I saw the blood staining his coat and knife.

"Do you know where I am? Who are you? Im so confused!" He yells, stumbling into the chair.

"Calm down.."

"Why? What are you gonna do? Should I even trust you?"

I look into his eyes, they were filled with fear, "I'm-im here to help.." I grab the chair next to him and sit, "Whats your last memory?"

"I-I dont even know anymore.." He sighs, placing the knife on the table, "Why are you here anyway?"

"U-uh Alex told me someone called me and gave me your address"

"But this isnt my house.. I-I dont know whos house this is.." He shakes his head, "Whats your name?"

"Faenoux Whauless" I smile at his confused face, "Yeah, I know its weird"

He chuckles, "Yup. So... How old are you?"

I smirk, "Alright I'll just tell you about myself."

"Okie."

"But you're gonna have to tell me stuff about you too."

"Ok ok!" He says, smiling.

"So, you got my name, Faenoux. Im 17, and im gonna graduate high school this year."

"So you're one of the younger kids"

I nod, "I have an Australian shepard and dachshund mix in my car.. I dont know if you like dogs so.."

"He must be adorable"

"He is" i say, giggling, "Rockets his name. So.. Tell me about yourself."

"Well. Im what 22 years old... And well.. I dont know"

I nod sarcastically, "Wow, that's a shit ton of information there, but since you like dogs, i bet Rocket can help you feel better"

I let Rocket run inside and Evan pets him gently, calming down.

After an hour or so, I eventually left, but it felt strange to me like I shouldn't be leaving him alone..

My body jolts awake and i see someone in my doorway.

I right away thought of HABIT, but they looked different..

They held up 4 fingers, and tilted their head.

Whispering one word

"Operator"