4 day 2 and late nights events

 It's not hiding, but it's a habit I have and should've broken, but I'm not really a social animal which people are apparently. I have no friends which are sad, but ok I get it I'm super bad with people, and my anxiety is not helping us, we tried a lot of therapy and for some reason, they leave after having me as a patient.

      As I sit in my blood-colored room I see a man that gave us the house. He walks to the hidden entrance and enters my room.

      he has silver hair, blue ocean eyes, white silk skin, tall, lanky, and wears soft fabrics mainly in jeans and a black t-shirt. His name genuine star. 

      We sit on my bed and whisper, the walls are echoed, and my mom will have a cow if we're seen with him. He always visits if he's round or he has business in town.

"Hello, you're the girl I always chat with?"

"Hi, and you're the man I chat with?" 

He smiles and lays a hand on my shoulder gently. 

"My, you have grown so tall since last time." 

"Thanks and so have you." 

"You look beautiful, my lady." 

"As do you, my friend."

"So have your parents told you about your house?" 

"Yes, and why did I get the room with a lot of history?"

"Because we know that you like us." 

"Who's we?" 

"You're not ready to know yet."

"What are you talking about? I'm sure I'm ready."

"Trust me, you're not."

"How dangerous?"

"Enough to get you hurt. I really care about you."

"Ok, I cave." 

He tickles me until I tell him to stop. Over the years we became friends. he never tells me about him as if I'm his weakness. Knowing me it's probably true. 

"Did you do anything fun while I was gone?"

 "Not really. I just started high school."

"Good for you, sweetheart."

"It was horrible, and I forgot to take my pills."

"My dear, that is bad, and I hope your parents taught you a lesson."

"They did, I promise,"

He smiles more so. I do the moshazardrd thing ever,

"Am I your weakness, my friend?" 

"Yes, my friend, you are. That is why you're not one of us."

His hand brushed my face in a loving way that my heart skipped a beat. Next thing I know I'm being kissed by my friend and crush. I start blushing like crazy and slap him across his handsome face.

"Sorry bad habit."

"No, it's fine, and my fault."

"Don't blame yourself."

I feel his arms around me. I lean into his arms. I lightly fall asleep and about 10 minutes later he's gone.

     Next day 

      So I'm happy finally but I wake up taking my pills and start my day. On the way to school, I noticed a new place called evil trade. No hallucinations there. Our town is known for hoarding and stuff for killers,but that shop tells me that what my friend said is true. 

     I get this weird feeling that the tide has just started to change this town and most likely me. I get out of the car and

"My mom says you feel it, don't you?"

"I do something not right."

"Let's try to be normal and last a whole day." 

"Easier said than done."

       I walk away from the car but I feel someone is watching me and I pretend I'm hallucinating. The feeling stays the whole day through. I just met this boy today as I did my solitude thing. I realize he's new but not at the same time. So I walk over to him. 

"Hi, I'm thaia scatra."

"Hello, doll, I'm zen abel."

"Nice name zen." 

"You too thaia."

"We might be good friends, Cutie."

"You talk very formally like a friend I have."

"Oh, really you mean the one that gave you the house?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Simple, really."

"Tell me!"

"For a girl who can smell changes in the tide literally and figuratively, you don't know why fate hates you."

"How did you know about that?"

"I see it in your eyes."

"You hide things and we want to know why."

"Why?" 

"Perhaps you should know why."

"Your only information into the truth."

"No way."

"Tell me." 

"No need to spoil the surprise."

The rest of the school day my friend or whatever you call it decided to follow me in a stalking way.

He appears out of nowhere and won't leave me alone.

    After school,  I go to the new store. 

Not surprisingly I enjoyed it, the walls were lined with beautiful weapons. Most I recognize because of the research I do. I'm a weapons researcher. As I admire the antiquity of a revolver pistol, the first model of its kind. A boy came up to me and said:

 "That look is temporary compared to most. Trust me having that pointed at you loaded is more of a thrill if you have a killer's instinct."

"Good to know I came to see this place, but it seems fate draws me into my downfall of sorts."

I'm jeci devon."

"I'm thaia."

"Nice name, jeci." 

"You too thaia."

"You are clever right?"

"To a person who is literate,  I am."

"So stay away."

"But I must know more about these beautiful weapons."

"What is it you want to know?"

"Everything, of course."

"That will take you forever, you know."

He left, but something seemed wrong, very wrong.

I dwelled in thought about how he struck me odd. People are weird.

     It was getting late, and I just realized I missed dinner and around 2 of the pills. I leave and walk home. Walking home I listen to a song I made about killers. My headphones are on my head and a street thug just happens to be in my way.

 Why does fate hate me?

 The thug was a nice clean man for once I walked around him but I tripped and fell in his lap. 

"What the crap lady, watch where you're walking?" 

"Sorry, sir."

"There's no sorry lady 

"Then will you accept this 

I hand him my copy of CDs of my songs 

"Sure,"

He takes them and lets me leave. I start my music again.

I hear a voice and it says: 

"Fate always hated you." 

"Why?" 

"Because you're a supernatural killer." 

"How?" 

"Ask your fake parents." 

"Wait, don't." 

   The voice fades away, not answering again.

I wonder if it will be back. I'm back home and I rush to do homework, take a shower, eat and sit through a talk or punishment. Life is just peachy.