A/N: Hey all! Okay, from now on, there'll be changes in the POV, but I'll put it in the story so you know when it changes, kay? What do you think about this chapter?

I walked in the room and he was awake. Oh my gosh, I didn't realize it would be this hard to face him. I mean, he just assaulted me, in public. I should be furious. But, still. After that, he went home, if you can call that a home and tried to kill himself. He was hooked up to an IV, he looked okay, if not a bit shaken and surprised.

I circled the bed and looked into his eyes. They were blue, so blue.

Actually, he was pretty cute. I opened my mouth to say something but my breath caught and I froze. I don't know why. Maybe it was the pain and fear in his eyes. He looked scared, so scared. Like a deer caught in the headlights. I didn't want to hurt him. Why? I don't know.

I gave a small smile and briskly walked out of the room. That was awkward. What happened to me in there? I closed my eyes and memories came flooding back.

Rebecca Street.

He came up to me and asked me where Rebecca Street was. Then he grabbed me and kissed my neck. At this point, I was freaking out. I struggled and pushed him away, but he hurt me, twisting my arms back and tightening his grip around my neck. I was choking.

I shuddered at the gruesome memory and hot malice coursed through my veins. I marched back into the room and walked right up to his face. He looked bewildered, to say the least.

"Hey! Listen you," I barked. "Do you know what you put me through? Can you please explain why you attacked me in the middle of the street? Hello? Answer me!" I was getting really mad now. I was surprised when grabbed my hand and softly traced a pattern on my palm. He looked up at me.

"What?" I asked, pulling my hand away. He shook his head and gestured to my hand again. Hesitantly, I put my hand in his. He looked at me with those blue eyes, again, and traced the same pattern. Wait, not a pattern, but letters, words.


He looked up at me with hopeful eyes. What could I say now?

"Um, it's alright, I guess. But wait, Why did you do it? Can you talk?"

He broke eye contact and stared at the floor, tensing up. I squeezed his hand, unsure of what was wrong.

"I'm s-sorry. It w-was a mist-t-take." he said so quietly, I thought I might have imagined it. What's up with this kid? I wasn't sure, but something made me feel like I had to be with him. I didn't want to leave him alone.

"It's okay. Um, well... how are you?"

He shrugged and immediately winced from the pain.

"Oh my gosh, why did you do this to yourself?" I muttered under my breath.

"Because I'm a monster." he said solemnly, but so quietly I could barely hear.

"Excuse me, what?" I whisper-screamed.

"I hurt you. I'm a monster. I'm sorry." And with that, my blue-eyed boy yanked the IV out of his arm.

The next few moments passed in a blur. Some nurses rushed in and I was ushered out. What did he mean? Why did he do that? More importantly, what am I going to tell Officer Lindwall? Should I press charges? My family wants to, they'er going nuts now, but this guy, he was different. I don't know why. He just needs help, and he needs it fast.

I waited outside the room for about half an hour before the nurses gave and all-clear and let me back in the room. I rushed to his bedside and chided him.

"Don't you EVER do that again? Understood?"

He continued to stare at me in confusion.

"I though you w-wanted me gone."

"No. Never. You don't get to die that easy, kid. You don't get to leave me like that, got it?"

And for the first time that day, my Blue-Eyed boy gave a little smile.

"Got it."

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