Misunderstood

The Best Is Yet To Come

You think you've seen the sun

But you ain't seen it

Shine

A month later

Turns out, Evan is actually really nice and sweet. He told me everything. From his girlfriend to him being possessed.

What is wrong with HABIT? Why the fuck would he do that to someone who has a family and friends?

I havent seen HABIT in forever, but i didnt go very deep in thought.. Evan has been keeping me company, helping me throughout my last year in highschool. Cuz everyone is still a dickhead.

For some reason, i felt the need to protect him.. Not in a weird way. But just think about it for a minute, all of his friends and family were killed.. HABIT killed him.. Hes alone.. Needing some sort of human interaction..

Even though im a severely heartless person, I felt his pain, from my family and friends leaving me all at once...

We need eachother..

Before its too late

I wake up because Evan was shaking me, "Yeah.. Ev?"

"Y-you need to see this.."

I quickly get out of bed and follow him to my porch.

"Look.."

There was a huge circle with an x through it made out of sticks.

A shiver went down my spine as my eyes start to blur.

I started to hallucinate that something was coming out of the woods, it looked like it was reaching towards us.. Even though we were on the second floor of my house.

"Faenoux? Are you ok?"

I rub my eye and nod, "Y-yeah.. But I dont think thats a good sign.."

"Agreed..." He drifts off and looks at me, "Are you ok?"

I nod slowly, then pause, "I-I dont know.."

i blink a couple of times and see someone in a hoodie, with a red sad face right behind my shed.

"I-I need to sit down.." I say, stumbling back inside and going in my room to sit.

Evan joins me, "What did you see?"

"Someone in a mask.."

Before Evan could reply, a crash comes from downstairs and Rockets barks echo.

I jump up, "No!"

I run down the stairs, and collect a knife from my kitchen, looking around, listening to the silence..

Tears streamed down my face at the thought of Rocket being dead..

But he can't be

He cant be..

Evan turns the corner of my hallway and throws his knife viciously.

A loud screech followed the crash of my window..

"What was that?"

"The thing that attacked Alex"

My eyes shift to the sound of whimpering and i lighten up to the sight of Rocket.

"Oh my God! You're ok!" I pick him up and look all over his body for anything, "You're ok.."

I hug Rocket and let the tears fall..

"We're gonna have to fix your house up Faenoux." Evan says blankly after checking the house.

"I noticed" i reply, smiling at Rocket.

"And find out what that is.."

A/N- holy shit this reminded me of when my tard of a dog almost died after getting kicked in the face.. Blood was dripping out of his mouth when he walked to me slowly. MY PUPPY! AHHHHHH. Hes ok now. Cute as always. And still a huge dick.