I stared at him for a while. He was asleep so it wasn't very uncomfortable for him in the meantime. I started to doze off, but I didn't want to risk having something bad happen to him. He was tossing and turning all night. I wanted to wake him up but, he was smiling in his sleep. I thought that he was having a dream so I didn't want to disturb his beauty sleep. After a while I fell asleep at around two in the morning. I woke up to find him staring at me, as I looked at him he quickly glanced away and looked at the ceiling. After a couple minutes he said "Good morning." I greeted him good morning back.

I ate breakfast. I ate a granola bar, he doesn't eat. I look down at the gash scars on my arms. I flash back at the amusement in my eyes I had when I locked my eyes on the blood running down my arm and knife. The horror on my mother's face when she saw me holding a bloody knife against my arm put her in shock. I've done worse since then. The dark red running across a knife satisfies me in a way I can't explain. My mother has had to put me in this program to "help" cutters stop their addiction or what ever. I'm not a literal cutter. I only cut for satisfaction. Others cut from anxiety and depression. I'm getting tested for medications today though. Everyone here are nothing like me they're all just..., nervous wrecks. Almost every day at least one person has a panic attack. He's not a nervous wreck though. He's just crazy.

That night I had sat up in bed all throughout the night, staring into his soul as he did the same with me. He sat at the end of my bed. Neither of us spoke. He sat there silently. I breathed heavily. He suddenly eased his head slowly to the right. I followed his eyes to my pillow. He pointed at it with his claw like fingers. I squinted my eyes and tilted my head in confusion. I stared at him. He slowly got up from my bed and said in a raspy voice "You're tired, go to bed.", I wasn't tired but I did as he said and rested my head down on my pillow and slowly felt my eyes close shut.

He was gone when my eyes had risen from being locked together for so long. I rose from my bed and felt a hand push me right in the chest downwards. My eyes squeezed shut when I hit against my bed. I opened my eyes and saw him on top of me. He stared at me as I stared back. "Ssshh" he said in a low voice. I looked at him wide eyed. He said "Follow me." in a light whisper. I nodded as he grabbed my hand and ran out the window with my hand locked into his.

Everything started to move slowly as we fell. Behind me I saw the unbroken window slowly turn dark red. Reality sped up and I screamed as loud as I could. My eyes squeezed shut. He came over to me and covered my mouth with his hand. "Calm down." he said calmly in a whisper. I nodded and he slowly moved his hand away. Are hands came un done while falling down. He grabbed my hand again.

The air turned thick and I was unable to breathe. Grasping for air, he comes over and gives me an herb and told me to eat it. I obeyed and shoved it into my mouth. It was bitter and hurt the sides of my mouth. I swallowed it and I could feel it stinging the sides of my throat as it went down. After a few minutes I was starting to feel light headed. I didn't want to ask what was happening because he hates questions, so I kept everything to myself. I slowly started to feel a burning sensation in my lungs. I began to cough up blood. As the blood came out, it floated in the air in big blotches. He came over and said "It's okay, it happens.". The blood stopped and I could breathe well again.

I couldn't help myself but ask, "What the hell is happening?!", we both went wide eyed and I glanced away and said under my breath "I'm sorry.". He sighed and looked around "Realm 12", "What is that? Is probably what you're going to ask me huh?" He said looking back to me. I looked at him and said calmly "Ye-yeah.". "Because, I was assigned... to...". He didn't finish his sentence, "To wh-what?" I asked. He sighed "I was assigned to kill you. With a pair of these" he held up scissors. My jaw dropped a little and my eyes widened. "Wh-who assigned you?" I asked in fear, "A shinigami, we can't speak of there name though, it's forbidden." He said in a low raspy voice.