A/N: So…I've been having trouble with my other stories lately. The way I deal with that is publish all the other ideas I have swarming around in my head and use them as relief stories. That way I have several different things and motivations to work on. This came to me with the help of a friend and is going to be written with that friend. Well, if you guys think it should be continued. I'm not abandoning my other stories, I'm just in a rut, and this is how I deal, enough of me randomly. I hope you guys enjoy our little potential story. It all depends on your guys' reviews. Thanks!

Disclaimer: We don't own any of the unoriginal characters. The original characters are in fact ours.

Alex's POV

I am usually a very calm person. It isn't often that I completely lose my cool and lash out at someone. Even when we are dealing with a criminal, I find myself able to hold it together despite how I am feeling. This is something that I actually consider a gift considering what I do.

There are very few things that I can actually say make me, happy, for lack of a better term. One of those things and probably the first thing is my girlfriend Olivia. She's just amazing in every way possible, and I would be here for hours if I actually listed all of her amazingly lovely qualities. I love her so much sometimes it hurts. I feel like we can tell each other everything.

Sometimes though, there are things in our lives that just cannot be told often because they don't make any sense. Hell, it doesn't even make any sense to me. I'm not entirely sure if I can explain my situation to where it would make sense to anyone. That is why I have yet to say anything to anyone about it, especially Liv. I'm terrified of what she would think of me if I told her. I'm not afraid of what she would think of my situation, I'm afraid that she wouldn't even believe me, and some how, I think the latter is worse than the former.

My situation is…It's something very uncommon to be honest. I've only actually heard of it happening once, but that was in some twisted story I had to read in college. I never thought that something so fictional and weird could happen to me, but I think it does. I'm pretty sure it does, there's been evidence that it does.

I'm not sure if she has a name. I'm sure that she does, but that is something I have yet to find out. I mean, it isn't exactly something I can ask, you know? We are never around at the same time. I really do wish that she would go away though. Every time she comes, I worry about the things that she does and the people she interacts with, but there isn't anything I can do. She is her own person, and I can't really do anything to stop her. I wish there was though.

I don't consider her a person. I consider her a monster, because that is exactly what she is. I know she has hurt people, but who she has hurt I can't say. I never know who it is, but I know she has. I'm afraid of her hurting Olivia one day, and I won't be there to stop her. I don't know what I would do if she hurt Liv, it would tear me apart.

She isn't around all the time, and that is something I am thankful for. If she WAS around all the time, I couldn't do my job, at least I don't think I could. She's only around during the night, as far as I know and right now, that's okay.

Okay, well her being around at all I'm pretty sure ISN'T okay, but as long as she is, she doesn't need to interact with people in my daily routine. Who is she? Well actually, I don't know. Like I stated before, she's a monster, a monster that I can't seem to get rid of. Is there something wrong with me, most likely, but it isn't as if I can get any help for my situation. No one would believe that this is happening.

10:04 is always the time it happens, the time that she decides to make an appearance. I always try to make it a habit to be away from anyone I know at that time of night, but that is beginning to become extremely difficult. Olivia always wants to spend the night with me and that would be more than okay if it wasn't for her. I always have to come up with some excuse such as "I'm working late." Or some other lame cliché excuse on why I can't be there at night. I can tell it's hurting her, and it is actually beginning to hurt me as well.

I suppose you all are tired of waiting for me to fully explain what I'm referring to. Who she is, what the hell I am talking about, etc, etc. I know I have sort of been rambling, but like I have said before, this isn't an easy topic for me to talk about. I suppose that I will have to show you rather than sit here and waste more of your time. But I have to warn you…well, you'll see.

I sit locked in my office refusing to come out. There is not way in hell that I can leave with all this work that needs to be done. I have to try to finish what I can while I still have time. I know this is putting a lot of people at risk with me staying her like this, but I really need to finish this work.

I glance at the time and see that it is 9:54 and I am no where near finished. My conscience is telling me to leave, but that ambitious voice in my head that I have is telling me to stay and get the work done. Maybe I can get done in ten minutes and then just make a mad dash for my car. Or maybe it won't happen tonight.

Just as I'm about to continue to rush through my work, my coworker and friend Casey Novak steps into my office. On normal circumstances I wouldn't have a problem with chatting with Casey, but right now really isn't the time. I feel like there is no way that I'm going to be able to get out of this.

Casey smiles and takes a seat in one of the chairs across from my desk. "What are you still doing here? It's really late…I think you should consider going home." She says nicely.

I mange a smile and look up at her. "You're still here, and I was just finishing up some work. That's all." I glance at my clock and see that it's 9:57. Casey needs to leave in the next seven minutes, I have to find a way to subtly get her to leave. Soon.

"Yeah, I was just finishing up a few things for myself. I actually have a late date with Abbie, so I'm going to be heading out pretty soon. But, do you need anything? Lately I've noticed you've been stressed a lot. Do you need help with any of this so you can get out of here faster? I think I have a little time to help you if you want."

I quickly shake my head and glance at the clock again. 10:00. I'm running out of time. "Casey you need to leave." I say suddenly standing from my chair. She eyes me strangely and slowly stands.

"Is something wrong Alex?"

"No! No, nothings wrong. You just need to go. Now." my breathing is becoming erratic and I know for a fact that I'm running out of time faster than I've anticipated. I'm trying to fight it with all I have but I don't know if I can. I don't want it to happen now, especially while Casey's here. This can't happen. Not now.

Casey notices my change in behavior and cautiously puts a hand on my arm. "Are you alright?" she asks, her voice laced with concern. I involuntarily slap her hand away.

"Leave!" I shout startling her. I take one last glance at the clock and see that it's now 10:04. I can feel myself slipping away, but I'm trying to hold on to reality for Casey's sake. My vision is blurring in and out as I try to fight it. I can still see Casey staring at me with a frightened yet concerned expression.

"Alex are you sure that you…" she starts but quickly trails off. I vaguely feel myself forcefully grab her arm, in such strength that I recognize isn't my own. "You should have left when I told you to." I hear my voice but they aren't my words. That's the last thing I hear as everything goes black. I've run out of time.

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