I am so stupid. Why didn't I ask my dad for the key? We are really having problems since last night when I handcuffed us together. I should've thought ahead. Think of the outcome. Yet, we didn't have problems sleeping. We already slept together. No problems there. Splitting up just to go somewhere is a problem. Changing clothes, problem with the tops. And doing stuff with one free hand, we'll get use to it. Or at least, Logan will. My right hand is handcuffed while the other is still rolled in gauze. Logan beckons me to take it off, but I'm afraid while ripping off the gauze, dry blood, pus, and skin will peel off with it. Oh, and for the bathroom... well, I already saw him. We showered together before anyways. No problem. But with using the bathroom, yeah, problem. I'm not going to answer how. This is like us holding hands and unable to let go.

We went out to find my dad but he's nowhere in sight. We asked other officers we found for the handcuff keys. Everyone of them thinks we want to get free, we do, but I will need to handcuff him again. I asked to borrow or maybe keep the key, but they wouldn't let me. After that, Logan literally dragged me home.

I agreed to go home, but we haven't asked all the officers in town yet. I don't want to quit. Usually, Logan would be the one who want to get us out, but I guess Logan had lost his mind after finding out the scarcity of handcuff keys.

When we got home, I turn to the dinner table, about to sit there in depression, but Logan turn to the kitchen, pulling me with him.

"Oh, you're hungry?" I ask. "But we just ate lunch an hour ago."

Logan didn't say anything. He haven't said a word since he dragged me home. He open the drawer and pull out a knife. Maybe he's using that to cut up a fruit. But he didn't grab any fruit. We went back to the dinner table. I sit on the chair. He place my cuffed hand on the table.

"Logan..." I call cautiously. "What are you doing?"

" Don't move." He says in the coldest voice I've ever heard. I've never heard that voice from him before! That's it! He's gonna cut my arm! He's totally losing his mind!

He place his left hand, which is cuffed, on the table next to mine's. He angles his wrist so his hand is facing away from the little chain. He lift his right hand, holding the knife.

My eyes widen in fear. "No Logan! Don't! Please!" I cry. This is the end. My boyfriend is betraying me. He's going to cut my hand off and leave me with a stump, just so he could be free! I face away, shutting my eyes tight and gritting my teeth, bracing myself for the excruciating pain that's going to happen in just one second.

But nothing.

Okay, two seconds?

Nothing.

Three?

Nothing.

I open my eyes slowly and turn to him, seeing what's keeping him hanging. I've been mistaking.

Logan is just cutting the chain off, carefully not to hit me. I laugh at my own mistake. Logan wouldn't betray me. He wouldn't even hurt me!

He stops in the middle of cutting the chain and gaze at me. He smiles. "You thought I was going to cut your hand to a stump, huh?"

My out burst died into a nervous laugh.

Logan narrow his gaze back at the chains and continues cutting.

I frown. "Why are you cutting the handcuffs in half? I mean I did it so you can't get kidnapped. I don't see me in the vision."

"Exactly." Logan says keep eying where he cuts. " Last night, I asked more about the visions you have received and you said that you saw me handcuffed to a pillar."

"Yeah, so?"

"So, the vision will come true in a few days or less. If we're still handcuffed together when the time arrives, that means we will be kidnapped. I don't want you to be stuck with me and die. Sure, you can try to save me, but-"

"But nothing." I snap grabbing his arm to make him stop cutting. He's almost got the chains loose. "Even if Jett did kidnapped us both and trap us, we will die together. Knowing that we're together during the tragedy is way better then being alive without you."

Logan nod in understanding and I let go of him. He raises the knife off the chain and place it down slowly on the table.

"Now, since you was handcuffed," I say. "where did Jett get it?"

"I reckon that was this one." Logan points down to the cuffs that is almost cut in half. "But since it's almost cut, what do you think will happen?"

"Let's see." I smile and about to touch his forearm, ready for another nightmare vision, and another head trauma.

Logan slap my hand away. "Stop." He says sullenly.

"Logan! Put that knife away! NOW!"

We turn around to face the terrifying holler. There's Kendall staring fearfully down at the knife on the table next to us. Katie is standing next to him, confused. I think they just came home from the pool.

Katie looks up at her big brother, then back at us. "I swear. He haven't touch a knife or any sharp objects last night or today. What happened yesterday? I don't think he shaved!"

"Katie!" Kendall snaps his head down at her.

At night...

Boom!

Whenever it rains, it means the angels are crying. My mama use to tell me that when I was a little kid. Every time I wake up from a thunderstorm, Mama always comes in and tell me it's just the angels' tears. They cry for many reasons. Most reason why is that they see an innocent child in car accident and don't live. Some of their tears are joyful ones like the times when Logan and I got our first kiss. They knew we were meant to be. They knew we love each other very much, even though we're gay. It was the happiest moments of our lives.

But right now, I don't think the angels are crying tears of joy. They are either crying because somewhere out there, a kid died, or they knew it's going to happen. I'm not sure what the thunder means. I guess it's a warning that danger is are crying hard this time and lightning and thunder keeps booming and flashing.

Oh, I hope it's not going to happen in a few minutes, not now. Not ever!

"Carlos" Logan whispers. He hugs me into his embrace. The cuffs are still on us but Logan used one arm to hug me close to him.

We're on the couch with Kendall, James, Katie, and Mrs. Knight watching some horror film just for the fun of it. It's not technically a horror movie, it's a horror movie that is PG-13, since Katie is with us. The living room is dim. All lights are out except for the flashing light of the television.

Suddenly, the TV shuts down and the room is completely dark.

I start to whimper. It's happening.

"Carlos, it's okay." Logan says holding me tighter.

"I'll go find flashlights." Mrs. Knight says. She turns on her phone and a little white light from the screen comes out. I hear her footsteps slowly fading as she walks away.

"Kendall, wake up." James says. Kendall was asleep? I didn't even noticed.

"Hm?" Kendall moans then he gasp loudly.

"What?" Katie ask.

"I didn't know I could do that!" Kendall exclaims.

"Do what Ken?" Logan ask.

I can't see anything. Everything is pitch black.

"I can see auras in the dark! As colorful outlines!" Kendall says happily.

"Really! Cool!" I say.

"All of you are yellow from my- Logan! Watch out!."

Huh? What's happening? What's going on? I've scared now! Logie! I hold onto him tighter. I hear a faint zap light sparks from a stun gun. I feel his body fall on me.

"Logan?" I call.

"Logan's color is gone!" Kendall says then his voice turns low and dark. "But not his." Whose?

I hear some shuffling and banging of furniture.

"Come back here, Jett!" Kendall shout. Jett? Oh no! It's happening! I'm so scared! I wish I could see auras like Kendall, or have powers of seeing in the dark. I can hear him near the door now.

Thud

"Ow! Who put that chair there?"

"Kendall! Where are you?" James shouts.

"I'm oka- Carlos! He's coming to you! Duck!"

I frighteningly jump off the couch, but, I forgot I was still handcuffed to Logan. I feel a sharp pain on my neck. I feel like someone is shaking me vigorously and my brain feels like jelly.

Then, I can't feel anything.

I can't feel anything. I can't see anything, I can't even hear anything.

I am out of it.

Done! Sorry it's short but I want something big for the next chapter! Ha! I love making cliffhangers. Okay, I hate reading the ending of something with a cliffhanger. Just like The Hunger Games: Catching Fire. It ended with a cliffhanger. I hate that. Oh well. It just means that the readers want more. Soo... review!