: DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any thing that is The Evil Within including Characters and places. I only own the OC and the plot.

Chapter 1: Home

A Year Later...

I stared at Leslie as he slept. He looked to be having one of his night terrors again. Ever since we left Beacon Mental Hospital and we took him home he has had night terrors. I wish I could understand why they did the things they did. Why they would abandon him and leave him at Beacon. It's been a year now. I have been seeing some good help for what's going on with me. Leslie is still having trouble with trusting the doctors. I don't blame him.

I have to wake Leslie up to take his medicine. I hate waking him. He screams cause of what happened and it not only terrifies him but it terrifies me as well. I just want his suffering to stop.

"Leslie...honey..." I whispered and shook him lightly.

Leslie jolted awake and screamed.

"Leslie, hey it's ok. Hey! Leslie! Shhhhh!" I calmed my love down.

Leslie started to cry. I wish I could do something for him. I hate seeing him like this. I held him close to me. He buried his face in my shoulder and held me. My sweet Leslie, full of hurt and neglect. I want to make him better like how I'm getting better.

"Shhh. It's alright. I'm here. Nothing is going to hurt you anymore." I reassured him.

Leslie was shacking like a leaf. He must've had a dream about STEM again. I need to calm him down. I started to hum whatever came to my head. The vibration of my voice seemed to calm him down. It took a few minute but sure enough, he calmed down.

"Leslie honey." I smiled at him

"Yes..." He responded.

"It's time to take your 'not so scared pills" I told him.

Leslie nodded and got up out of bed. I watched him shuffle over to the bathroom to get a glass of water. Best part was he didn't have a shirt on. His thin structure with a hit of muscle definition from this past year is really working for him. He's been working out a bit with Sebastian. Seb told me that Leslie doing a bit better each time. Until he gets how he gets. I could tell it's working by the look of Leslie's arms.

He shuffled back to the bed and sat down with the glass of water. I gave him 2 pills and he took them, put them in his mouth and drank the water. The pills are so he can go out into the world without freaking out. It helps his stuttering and repeating too. I stared at him for a moment. He was looking around. I scooted close to him and lightly touch his back. HE looked at me and smiled.

"Xanderia, What are you thinking about...thinking about...thinking about?" Leslie asked me.

"I'm thinking about how hungry I am and that I love you too much to go eat on my own." I answered him.

The house is big enough for two people to live in. The bedroom where Leslie and I sleep is pretty good size. We have a nice queen size bed and red wood dresser with matching nightstands. A cute little lamp next to the bed. Sebastian bought me and Leslie all new clothes. Leslie loves these slippers. He rarely takes them off. I favor the socks. It's nice to have something on your feet especially when you haven't worn any shoes or socks for years.

The living room area is nice. We have a red couch and a flat screen TV. We barely go in there. The kitchen was alright. There was what's normally in a kitchen. Refrigerator, stove, sink, cabinets and a floor. Our bathroom was in our bedroom. It wasn't too big and wasn't too small. I love the shower. We both don't like baths. Leslie sometimes needs help in the shower so I do what I can without looking. I love our little home.

We have been fortunate that Sebastian found this nice little house for me and Leslie to live in. It's our home. Sebastian pays for things we need but we live in it.