Hello. My name is Arthur, Arthur Kirkland, and I am in a strange situation. You see I'm stuck between reality and fiction at the moment. Ah, maybe I should explain what I mean. Where should I start? Oh I know.

I was in middle school when I met him.

I guess I should start by introducing my old friend first though. His name was Alfred F. Jones. He was a very spirited person with dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

He was rather annoying sometimes but he was one of the few people who put up with my own bratty attitude. I knew him since the fourth grade and we were friends up until the seventh.

We shared countless conversations and even had a few sleep overs. His mother was a sweet woman, and I can remember she always smelled of chocolate. His father was rather quiet but he was a nice man as well. That's why when I heard the news, i was rather surprised.

Looking back, I was an idiot for not noticing it then. Around October of our 7th grade year, Alfred became rather fidgety. He was naturally a very loud and active kid so I passed it off as puberty making him act funny. When we walked, he seemed to always look straight. Usually he was dragging me around to look at every possible thing in sight, but not any longer. His smiles also appeared forced. I never did ask him what was bothering him.

It wasn't until February came that he hit a hard depression. It took me by surprise. One day he was laughing and had the stars in his eyes. The next day he wouldn't look up at all and his eyes no longer held the joy they used too. I tried to talk to him but they only thing he told me was "Arthur. They keep banging on the mirror. I have to go." He left home and I was left confused. What the bloody hell was he talking about? I had no idea. But what surprised me most was that he called me 'Arthur' when he always called me 'iggy' or some other weird name.

The next day, he was reported missing. His mother was found dead from a brutal murder and his father was accused. He was taken into prison. After a month, it was concluded Alfred ran away after his mother's death and he was possibly dead somewhere.

I went to his mother's funeral but I never saw Alfred again. Not to worry though, I'm sure I'm going to be seeing him soon though.

Now about the other guy. I was in the 8th grade when I bumped into another teen while going home. He looked to be my age and because I am me, I yelled out, "watch where you're going. Bloody hell!" That was when he turned to me. He was dark skinned and had an auburn hair color. His magenta eyes looked at me ready to kill. His white shirt was stained with what looked like dirt and blood, same with his jeans. He had a bomber jacket on though. The very same one that Alfred usually wore.

He gave me a smirk as his head was titled back to look at me. He adjusted the baseball bat that was resting on his shoulder that I didn't notice before. It was then that I noticed that it was dripping blood from the nails that stuck out if it. I was sure now that the blood on his clothes were not his and that mine would be on it next. Instead, however, he turned and kept walking.

I went home that night scared. I slept on the floor of my brother's room. I had the feeling he would come to my house suddenly and beat me to death so I snuck into Allistor's room. I felt safer there, after all, he was a tall 19 year old who took crap from nobody.

I'll admit that even today, I feel a sense of safety by my brother Allistor, though he does scare me.

The following morning I woke up to whistling. I woke up to find Allistor had gone to work, since he was the one who took care of my two brothers and I.

The whistling continued and I soon recognized the tune was the song 'easy living'. Who was whistling that?

I looked around and found my two brothers not in the house. I followed the whistling into the kitchen. When I walked in, the whistling stopped and the first thing I found was a single cupcake, with pink frosting and blue sprinkles. I inspected it curiously before placing it back down and getting ready for school. I figured it was maybe one of my brother's from Valentine's day and left it there. Had I known who really left it there I would have ended everything right there.