Boone

Someone was watching us. Why would someone want to watch us? Maybe they want to die. If I wanted to die I would watch me, too, because I know that I'd want to kill me if I was watching me because I can't stand being watched. Especially not by me. I hate mirrors. I hate seeing myself looking at me, trying to figure me out. I don't need to figure me out, "I need to fucking kill me!" I yelled to no one in particular. Chuck raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Of course he said nothing. There was nothing to say. I'm fine. It's all fine.

What was I doing? I was killing the people watching us… watching me. No, I wasn't. I was going to. "We have company." My voice was quiet and serious. I almost didn't think it was me. It was probably mirror me. The me who thinks a little more; a little too much. Chuck took that me seriously and ran off. We didn't need to speak. I know what he wants. He wants me to attack, so I do. I charged at those vampires watching us. I moved as fast as I could. Suddenly I was tossed sideways, my back smashing a tree. "Fuck you, fucker!" I screamed at him, flailing about to get him off me. He had red eyes, like me, but not like me. Mine are never that serious.

He seemed so sure of himself. Fuck him. He doesn't get to be serious. He needs to be dead. I kicked him hard jerking to the side quickly as he grip loosened. "Goodbye." I told him as I reached to wrap my arms around him, ready to tear him apart. But he was ready. How was he ready? He ducked away and pulled my leg. Haha. Pulled my leg. I could hear my audible laugh echo around us. It ended with an abrupt grunt when my back hit the ground. It didn't hurt, but it was a surprise. I didn't realize I was falling… oh right, the leg.

Suddenly he was on top of me. How is he doing this? He's not fast, but he knows what I'm going to do. So I need to not fight like me and start fighting like me. I'll kill him if I'm not me anymore. I need to stop telling me what to do. I let myself go black. Penny. Penny can help me, but she can't. She still can, but not her. Just me thinking about her being dead.

The next thing I know I'm on top of him. Now I need to do something. No, I need to stop thinking. Stop thinking again. I can feel his neck near my teeth. Bite him. That's what I did before. It helped I think. Fucking hell, how am I on my back again?! Maybe I was never on top of him. Maybe I was always here. I don't know where I am.

But I hear a sound and smile. "Chuck is coming, and he has my friends." I whisper to myself, but I think he heard because he replied. I didn't really listen to him. Maybe he's worried. Maybe he's happy? Maybe he wants to join us. He can help us kill those other vampires. He's crazy, too. Not like me. I'm not crazy. He's crazy. I'm not crazy! No! He was picking me up I think. I wasn't on the ground anymore, but my feet weren't walking. He was carrying me by my neck yelling a name. Not Penny. He's not calling for Penny. "She's dead." I let him know. I think he's talking to me. Chelsea? "No, Penny." That's when he looks up, ignoring me – that asshole – and he yells something as my friends take out a big guy. He starts running and I think I'm flying. He's helping me fly by holding me. Where am I flying?