The sun, as bright as fire, rose in the far distance as alarms and people made noise all around the city implying it was the start of a new day. The boy, now 16 years old, arised from his bed to be greeted with a time he didn't want to see on his clock. He rushed out of bed and got dressed for school as quickly as he could. He skipped breakfast that day as he does everyday. Rushing through the streets the boy ran in and out of people dodging them by only a hair. On the way to his school he had to stop to grab his medication from the pharmacy. He went in and asked for his usual and quickly grabbed them. He ran all  the way to his school to only be greeted by the attendance officer. He asked the boy why he was late in which he replied he had to pick up his medication. The man let the boy off with a warning and let him into the building. The boy arrived at his class and opened the door that was full of vibrating noise. Silence… he slowly walked to his usual seat as heads followed him like a stalker. He sat down and the heads of the students snapped back to the front of the class. The teacher carried on from where she started and the day began. The boy sat patiently through his boring lessons about geometry and shakespeare. It was break time. He went to the library as usual to read and relax a bit. Suddenly, someone walked past him and he got a horrible feeling and thought. He imagined the girl's mangled body all cut up and pinned onto the wall as he sat there looking at it with his hands covered in blood. He immediately snapped out of it and started panicking because he hadn't got those thoughts in 2 years. The school bell rang loudly to inform the students to go to class. The boy made his way to psychology class. He entered the classroom on time and sat down at the back. The teacher began to talk about the thoughts and images the brain could create and why they do that. The boy sat there looking perplexed and wondered if this information would benefit him. The bell rang without him knowing the lesson was already over. He got up out of the chair and went to the school gates and started to walk home. The boy lived alone in his average home going to school from 9 till 5 and all he wants is to be left alone but for some reason he feels like he is always being watched and made fun of by people. He hates leaving the house when he doesn't need to because he struggles talking to people and is judgemental himself but not in a bad way. He always thinks that everyone is better than him and even if someone is not good looking he always shames himself and compares himself to others. He doesn't have any friends and doesn't speak to anyone. The only person he talks to is the pharmacist who gives him his medication. She is a wonderful 16 year old girl with brown eyes and dark brown luscious hair. The boy sees her everyday and although the conversations are small he still enjoys them. 

The boy finally makes it to his apartment after a 20-30 minute walk. He enters the place and sets down all the things he was carrying and takes a deep breath and sighed. He went into his bedroom and layed on the bed after his hard day at school and thinks about what happened today at the library. He thinks for a moment longer and then gets up to make something to eat. He gets all of his food prepared on the table. On The table there lay 1 set of cutlery and a single plate with his food on it. Suddenly there is a loud knock on the door. He approaches the door with caution because no one normally knockes for him. A cold draft from under the door pulled its way into the apartment and lurked beneath his feet, a low breathing sound could also be heard from multiple directions as if they were mocking the boy. His heart began to thump louder and louder. It got so loud he thought his rib cage was rattling and his lungs felt like they were gonna burst. He made it to the door and slowly opened it to be greeted with no one. He was confused. Puzzled, the boy stepped out and looked around to see if there was anyone there. But no one stood before him. He turned around and went back inside. He sat down at the table as if nothing had happened and began to eat his dinner alone. He thought he might have been hearing things or maybe it was the local children pulling a prank but the boy sat there wondering what could have emitted that ominous aura and those sounds of mockery. The cold of the floor swept away when the boy answered the door as if it was never there and made the room go back to its normal temperature. 

The boy eventually fell asleep after watching TV. Suddenly, he woke up in a cold sweat because of his terrible nightmare. He imagined himself knocking at his own apartment door holding a knife stained in blood and he had the intent to kill. He woke up in shock and couldn't move due to the fear of him actually killing someone. He looked at his hands and couldn't get the sight of deep red blood out of his head. He got up from the couch and went to wash his hands and face. As he was washing his face he looked up at the mirror in front of him and saw an ominous shadowy figure in place of him. He blinked at the sight of it and it vanished in an instant. He froze for a moment and shook his head thinking he imagined it. 

The boy collected his things and picked up his keys ready to go to school. Swiftly he opened the door to be greeted by pouring down rain. Sighing, the boy went back inside to grab his umbrella. As the boy went to grab the umbrella he noticed something wrong, on the tip of the umbrella a red kind of substance could be seen stained onto the steel. He thought nothing of it and picked it up. He took it outside and opened it up. The boy made his way to the pharmacy first as always and greeted the young lady who works there with a friendly smile and wave. She returned the small gesture and handed him the medication. The boy eventually left with a smile on his face and thought to himself how nice it would be to actually have a friend who he could trust and talk to about how he feels. In his past he did have a few friends in highschool but he was also bullied in highschool and was betrayed by everyone he loved and trusted. That's the reason he is scared to make new friends and talk to people. 

As a child he had many problems such as anxiety and psychotic thoughts. The boy had to take therapy which helped a lot but unfortunately he still had to take medication. 

The boy finally made it to school and went to his first class and sat down at the back. As the teacher was talking the boy sat daydreaming about what had happened last night. The boy slowly drifted into a deep state of inner thinking. He wondered why he was never happy, why he got those terrible thoughts of hurting people and bad nightmares, he wondered if he would actually do that to people. All of a sudden he was disturbed by a loud ringing sound, it was the bell, know one had even bothered to check on him. He stood up annoyed because of it and went to the library to read. He picked up a book from the murder mystery section becuse he enjoyed solving the mysteries himself. The boy was very intelligent for his age and exceeded all of his peers. This made others envious of his unknown gift. He just thought he was like everyone else but worse because he felt useless and that everyone was better no matter what. Reading silently the boy sat in the library and didn't go to any of his classes because no one even came to look for him or even noticed he was gone.

The school day came to an end and the boy got ready to leave. He decided to take the long way home so he could admire the nature around the neighbourhood. Swaying in the setting sun, pink petals waved gently in the spring breeze. A setting sun lowered slowly in the distance as the bright moon appeared quickly in the sky of dusk. The boy admired these small events in life because they were the only thing that bought him joy in the real world. Eventually he made it back to his apartment and felt kind of uneasy. Carrying his umbrella he unlocked the door and stepped foot inside. It was dark. Flicking on the lights he went to put his umbrella back on the rack but noticed something odd. His umbrella was already there. He paused for a minute trying to comprehend what was going on. He took a look at the object he was holding. It looked perfectly normal apart from the red stain on the sharp tip. Then he realised that stain wasn't just any stain, it was blood. Dropping the umbrella he stumbled back in disbelief. Suddenly blood started running out of the tip of the inanimate object and wouldn't stop. Red thick blood swiftly made its way across the ground ending at a door leading to the bathroom. Questioning himself, the boy wondered if something even worse lay ahead and wondered how he got his hands on that umbrella. Laying on the floor was a large trail of blood, deep and red. 

The boy got up and hesitantly went towards the bathroom door where the blood was coming from. His cold veiny hands reached out towards the door handle. Slowly pulling it down the door let out a large creek and to the boy's shock there he saw the body of a middle aged man lying lifelessly in a pool of blood on the floor. The boy is located in his position frozen because of his obvious horror and traumatization. Thoughts gushed through his head faster than he could analyse them.  He started uncontrollably breathing, blaming all of it upon himself. He thought it was his fault because of his thoughts in school and throughout the day.  He rushed through the apartment looking for something that would absorb the blood. He grabbed a large towel and covered the blood. Suddenly there was a loud bang on his door. He was startled and quickly dragged the body of the man and stored it in the bathroom closet. The door banged again, this time 2 knocks. The boy shouted one second and paced towards the door.  Opening the door he was met with an unusual face. It was a woman decked in formal clothes. She pulled out a card and stated that she was a detective from the police. Her name was Clair. Clair said that there had been some unusual things going on around his neighbourhood and that she wanted to know if he knew anything about it. The boy replies no, fully knowing what he has locked up in the bathroom. Clair, twisting her long golden hair, looked the boy up and down not noticing his blood stained hand and proceeded to leave. The boy slowly closed the door slowly calming down trying to gather his thoughts. He thought to himself about what he was going to do with the body locked up in his bathroom. Deciding to go to the bathroom, he unlocked the door and slowly the creaking door opened. The body still there lay lifeless like its soul had been dragged vigorously from its core. The boy with his head full went to get a mop to clean the now dry blood and dispose of the body. After that he thought for countless hours of a solution to his problem. Finally the idea struck him like a message from god, he decided he would wrap it up and take it to a far away place. He got up and went to where the body was left but it was gone. As if it was never there the body had disappeared. The boy stood at the bathroom door shocked with no words to say. He panicked but thought of the positive side, he now didnt have to find a solution or worry about how it got there. 

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It was the next morning, the boy still had memories of what had happened the night before and was still perplexed about the situation. He got out of the bed he was enveloped in and looked around for his clothes. Gathering his necessary items he went to reach for his umbrella but reminded him even more about what happened but he decided he would try and forget about it but then he realised something peculiar. The umbrella that had been leaking blood the night before had also disappeared. He started to believe that he hallucinates everything. Deciding to leave everything till after school, the boy left his apartment and started walking towards the farmacy to collect his medication. Walking down the street he realised everyone was staring at him, he felt so uncomfortable and lowered his head. When he looked back up no one was looking at him as if he imagined it all again. He reached the destination and greeted the young woman who worked there like every other day. She greeted him with a small smile and a wave. The boy collected what he needed and left for school. 

He took his usual route and made it there in about ten minutes with his fast paced walking.

The boy had always been a fast waker and was quite good at sports. He had a unique athletic but slim body and longish hair. He had blue eyes and black coulored hair. His slim build made his figure stand out because it also made him tall. This boy's name was… 

He went inside the school building with no problems because he was early for once. The school halls were sparsely packed with students talking and creating one big sound. The bell rang loudly creating even more noise. Children rushed around looking for the correct classroom and people screamed and shouted. The boy's heart was pounding, fear struck and he started to panic. Beads of sweat began to form and roll down his irritated skin. His head started to spin and he started to feel sick. Suddenly everyone just froze apart from him. He felt calm and relaxed. He had passed out without knowing and fell to the ground. Due to not being liked by his peers the crowd moved past him without looking at him. 

A few moments later he woke up at home. It was 6pm and the boy had no idea what was going on. He rose from his place of sleep and looked around. His apartment was cleaner than usual and he could smell something cooking from his kitchen. The boy sat there for a few moments, he was confused. How did he get home? Who is in his house?

He stood up and slowly walked to the kitchen not knowing what lay ahead. Peering around the dark corner he glanced and lay his eyes upon the recognisable figure busying around the countertop. It was the girl who worked at the pharmacy. The boy was surprised to see her in his house. She turned around and introduced herself as amy. The boy replied and then went on to ask how she got here and how he actually got home. Amy said that he had passed out in school and she had noticed so she picked him up and decided to take him home. She first got permission from the principal and asked the office his address so she could actually take him home. When Amy eventually arrived at the apartment she found the key in the boy's pocket and took him inside.

The boy had a small smile on his face and thanked her for doing all that for him. She didn't mind since she had nothing else to do anyway she smiled back. Amy carried on cooking as the boy went to get changed. While getting changed he looked at his reflection in the mirror, the image he saw was shattered and cracks struck down his whole body. His mind was in fragments, a fragmented mind. As he gazed at himself he imagined how much better he could look and how much better he could do. He thought of himself as ugly and useless to everything and everyone around him. All he wanted was to feel good about himself and for people to like him. He had no one in life, he was alone with no one to talk to. Seeing Amy in his apartment and hearing her help him warmed his heart and made him feel better about himself. The boy finished getting dressed and went back into the living room.

He was greeted with a table neatly presented and food lay upon it. The opaque steam with a slight silver lining crawled up to the ceiling above the food. The boy was amazed and went to go thank Amy for everything she had done. She sat him down to talk, she wanted to ask him what was going on and if he was ok. The boy broke down and told her everything even if she didn't believe some of it he just said everything. Tears began to fall down the poor girl's face, she covered her mouth in disbelief because of how sad she was to hear how much pain the boy was actually going through. Suddenly, he woke up in the school hall where he passed out. Silence echoed through the halls as there were no students around and the clock's hands read twenty past six in the afternoon. He slowly stood up and glanced around the barron passage ways. His mind was perplexed and many thoughts were going in and out of his head at rapid paces. 

The boy started walking towards the exit of the building. Slowly taking one step at a time with an echoing sound that it created. A narrowing distance was ahead of him and the two large doors. As he reached out his hand to open the door he started to shake and tremble. The boy glanced down at the ground with his frightened eyes. On the floor was a great pool of blood. Different tones of red swirled around and blended with the other colours of the blood. It looked as if it was leaking from the other side of the door where he was about to leave. Fear struck down his body from his head to his feet. Heart beating fast, body shaking, breathing rapidly, the boy decided to open the door with his fists clenched tight ready for what laid ahead. Nothing. There was nothing but the exit. The boy had mistaken the red substance for blood due to his past recollection of it but in reality it was just red paint from the doors that had not been properly cleaned up. A great sigh of relief flew from his mouth as he made his way out. A pitch black sky lingered above the city as luminous street lamps lit up the empty roads. The boy was walking slowly making his way home. There was no one around.  Suddenly, as he was walking he caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure standing off to the side. He took no notice as a sudden shiver went down his spine. 

The boy carried on walking, one step after another, the roads still empty with darkness. 

He began to walk faster and faster so he could make it home quicker. A cool breeze ran down his shirt and he had a slight suspicion that someone was following him. He turned round to be suddenly met with a knife plunged through his chest. His eyes met with a face covered in darkness and only a great white smile to be seen. Everything went black as his eyes began to close. He awoke in an oddly familiar place. It was his apartment, he must have had a bad dream or something he wondered but the pain felt so real. He got up and suddenly a loud knock could be heard at his door. Slowly he got up and went to the door. Opening it he was met with a face he had seen before. It was Clair. She asked if he had seen anything strange recently. The boy glanced back remembering the body that was in the bathroom the last time she visited but remembered it was taken care of. 

He shook his head. Clair mentioned that there had been multiple missing person cases recently and that she just wanted to know if the boy had any knowledge about it. She pulled out her ID. She was a member of the FBI. He held his breath in surprise as she gave him her card if he found anything out. She left and the boy felt guilty for not telling her that strange things had been happening. It was still night time, a sunday night to be exact so the boy decided to go back to sleep even after that horrible nightmare. 

It was a Monday and the boy scrambled around looking for his uniform. Gathering his things he noticed something unusual. All his medication was missing from its box. He began to panic as he needed to take them. Swiftly, he grabbed his things and left to go to the pharmacy. As he got out the door he realised it was night and not morning as he thought. Darkness was spread over the sky with not a glimpse of light shattered through the dark cover. Frantically he looked around his apartment for a clock to tell the time but he couldn't find any clocks for some reason. Suddenly there was a large smash at the door and people dressed in black barged in with guns and riot shields. They charged at the boy and knocked him unconscious. Darkness. Darkness and the faint sound of voices.  The voices were talking about the boy and mentioning what he had done. 

The boy was confused as to why they were talking  about him but suddenly a faint light appeared that eventually grew until his eyes were open. The boy was breathing heavily and quickly. He had no idea what had happened and where he was. He looked around and all he could see was the colour white. White walls, white floor and a white ceiling. He was frightened and didn't know what to do. All he could do was sit there in the middle of the floor rocking back and forth thinking and thinking.