Jinxed (Completed)

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I sit in my house, listening to loud music in my ear buds to drown out the voices. Sometimes it works. Other times, eh not so much. But right now, it's working. So I go to work, writing a story about a teenage assassin.

A lot of time must've passed, because my alarm for sunset comes quicker than I thought it would. I get up and head over to the kitchen, getting ready to prepare dinner. Sunset comes and goes. Usually, it takes Dylan about an hour to come home after sunset. But unless he went straight to his house, instead of stopping by here, which he rarely does, he hasn't shown up.

I decide to leave him a note under my door and under his just in case he comes back, and then I grab my phone and purse and head out.

I haven't had to search for him in a while, but I knew that the days of me having to find him would return. And I just wish I could fly to wherever he is.

Too bad you can't fly, little freak girl who hears the dead.

I roll my eyes. "Put some effort into your insults."

I walk for a while, before it becomes too dark and I have to go back home. Sighing and feeling defeated, I walk back to my house. I saw no sign of Dylan. No sign that he went to the local park, which is where he often goes after being around our apartment building.

Maybe he's dead.

I clench my fists. "Shut. Up."

Am I getting on your nerves? Hahaha, good.

I walk a little faster. When I arrive at my apartment, I don't stop to talk to Miss Parker, as I know she is a chatterbox at the worst of times. I head straight up to my apartment.

I walk in, and freeze. Dylan sits on the couch, his head in his hands. He looks like he's been crying.

"Oh my god ... I was so scared," I say softly, walking over to him, feeling like I might be sick.

He looks up at me. He has indeed been crying. I run over and throw my arms around his neck.

"Tell me what's wrong. Please."

"I ... almost couldn't come back," he says. "I just ... I thought I'd be fine. I thought that the instincts weren't getting more powerful as time progresses, but ...."

He buries his face against my auburn hair and cries.