It was unexpected. Thinking about it now, I realise how naïve I was, living in this society carelessly overlooking its many, many faults.

Now, where do I begin? From the bromidic beginning, I guess.

I go about my usual Tuesday morning routine, and head down to the local coffee shop before work. I immediately feel someone's eyes on me and notice a young man across the small café staring unblinkingly in my direction. I brush it off, but as soon as I get up to leave, he rises too. I escape to the bathroom and mentally scold myself for thinking that a random bloke is watching me. I mean me, of all people!

A short while late, while safely cramped in the confinements of my office, I look up at the sound of a knock on the door, which was left ajar. "Come in," I answer, suspecting Anna from down the corridor to submit some useless files.

Without looking up, I hold my hand out for the papers. After a moment, I withdraw my hand and glance at the hushed silhouette pressed up against the door, restricting anyone from entering or escaping.

Shakily, I rise from behind my desk to get a better look at the mysterious visor. And with a sudden jolt, I realise, this spectacled, dark-haired, green-eyed boy has been shadowing me all day.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Why are you following me?" I demand, furious with myself for going into work today. He stood there, staring searchingly at me.

"Show me your wrist." He said so quietly I strained to hear every word. After looking blankly at him, he took a few steps forward. "Show me your wrist" he repeated more forcefully advancing on me.

"Wha-NO!" He had gripped my wrist in an iron-like hold, and remained detached as I attempted to yank myself free, unsuccessfully.

"I don't have much time, Bella. Come with me." He dragged me towards the door before I found the strength to break free from him and ungracefully leap to the opposite end of my office.

"Keep away from me, I'm warning you! How do you know my name? What do you want? Tell me now or I'll scream and they'll come!"

"No! Please…" He broke off, running his hands frustratingly through his dark locks. We were silent. He appeared to be having an internal struggle with something before he heaved a huge sigh.

During his pause, I looked around desperately for an escape, anything to tell me that this was all just a hilarious misunderstanding. Unknown of what to do, I take in his unusual, and slightly dishevelled appearance. He was wearing grubby clothes that hungrily clung to his skin highlighting the fact that they were a few sizes too small.

"Alright," he spoke quickly and harshly, pulling me out of my reverie. "We don't have much time, but you have to trust me." He paused, eyeing me carefully. "They're coming, and I couldn't've lived with myself if something had happened to you, if I hadn't got you out in time I don't know what I would've done."

"What? Who are you? Why should I trust you? Who's coming?" I could not listen to this utter nonsense, I had a five-page report due Friday.

"I haven't got time to explain but look," he pulled up the sleeve of his left forearm to reveal three black letters, looking as if they were tattooed to his skin, T.M.R. I gasped. Unconsciously rising my left arm to expose my identically unfathomable symbol etched upon my skin.

"Now, do you trust me?" He questioned. I nodded truthfully and followed him out the door.

"What is that? Where are we going? And who the bloody hell are you?" I asked as we swiftly exited the building and he led a trail across the road.

"My name is Harry, they don't want me to tell you this-"

"Who don't want to tell me?"

"I'm your brother."

All the air was knocked out of me. My brother, no. How could this be? He cannot honestly be telling the truth, can he?

Just the police sirens were distantly sounded. Harry tensed.

"Come on! We need to get out of here!"

As we turned the corner two men ambushed Harry. They slammed him to the floor while I screamed, causing them to discard me near a filthy gutter.

"Run! Bella, go to your house, they'll be waiting! GO!" He yelled, hoarsely. Then I heard a gun fire. I reluctantly turned around, regretting what I would see next: my 'so-called' brother was lying dead on the ground.

I can't think. All I can do is run and run and run, until I find myself at the broken door to my previously locked house.

I enter.

A/N: This is the mysterious end. I hope you like it, I am using it for a narrative for English, please let me know what you think by reviewing!

Kiran x