Author's note: Hey guys! Again, sorry for taking so long! It's just that I'm in med school (it's a little different in Brazil, but I think that's how you call it in US), so I don't have a lot of time to write... But I swear I'll complete this FF! That being said, please let me know if that's good, if there's any mistakes, and I hope you'll like it (: xOxO
P.S.: The translation of "The Fire" just got to Brazil, and I'll read it again, yay o/

It's been a week since we told everyone that these "N" guys are going after people with magic.

Things have been kinda crazy since, and the possibility of everyone turning against us, witches and wizards, hits me once again. Like last year. And the year before.
I still don't know how these guys can just take magicians away, after all, you would think at least one of them would be able to fight back, right? But not every witch has the power that Whit and I have...

How many are they? Where are they hiding these kids? What are they doing to these kids?

All these thoughts take my mind, and I'm not even off my bed yet.

I look at the digital watch on the side of my bed. 3am. That's been common these days.

Ever since these attacks started and my fight with Byron happened, I've been losing sleep.

Whit's usually here when I wake up, but he had to spent the night at his appartment tonight. There's something he had to do for the Resistance, I wasn't paying attention when he told me... But I kind of miss him; he watches TV with me when this happens, and stays with me until I sleep again. He's been so good to me lately.. (but he doesn't have to know that.)

It's useless to try to sleep again, so I get up, and prepare cereal. Then I turn on the TV and watch cartoons (for some reason, that really calms me down). That remembers me of when I was 5, I used to do the exact same thing: wake up in the middle of the night scared, and watch cartoons in my pajamas. Whit was always with me too. Then my mom would wake up and make us cereal... I miss being a kid.

I'm almost falling asleep, when I hear the doorbell. It's 4 am. I immediately think that it's Whit, coming to watch TV with me, but when I open the door, Byron's there. My heart jumps.

- Byron, what are you...?

That's when I see that his face is bruised.

- What happened to you?! - I ask him, and I hear the worry in my voice.
- I'm fine, Wisty... - He says, looking down.
- No, you're NOT. Let me take care of that... - I say, pulling him into my appartment.
- Seriously, I'm fine... - Byron says, fighting me.
- We don't have to talk, ok? just let me take care of that... - I keep saying.
- That's not why I'm here... - he tries to say, but I interrupt him.
- Why didn't you ask Whit to heal you?! You weren't home?! - I say looking at his face closely.
- WISTY! - He says loudly, which makes me listen to him. - Wisty... - He tries again, now speaking in a lower voice, almost carefull. - I have to tell you something, you may wanna sit...

That has the effect of silencing me for a few seconds.

- Byron... what's going on? - I say.
- It's Whit. - He says, looking to the floor, and now he looks scared too.