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"Rika…" said a voice that I love.

"Dustin?" I asked, looking around. I was in someplace completely white, no walls, no floors, but me, floating in the middle of it.

"Rika… why are you here? What do you remember?" Now he appeared, about three feet away from me.

"I remember I saw Chris's mom dead, and then I saw a letter, and he said something about me. Then I fainted, and now I'm here."

"Who said something about you?" He asked, a confused look on his perfect face.

"Roy."

"Be careful, he's dangerous," he warned me. "but I don't think he's as strong as you." He smiled.

"Will you help me if he hurts me? But he did say that he doesn't kill his own kind. But just in case." He walked toward me, and pulled me to his chest, arms completely around me, complete body to body.

"If anyone hurts you, ever," He said as I felt as if I was going to faint from his warm chest, "I promise. I.Will.Kill.Them."

Sunday, August 26

10:32am

The Hospital

I gasped as I woke up. "What happened? What was that place?" I looked to my right, where a worried Chris sat and perked his head up when I spoke. I was laying in a white bed, with white walls and white floors.

"You're in the hospital, it's the next day," He said, "Koji went home because he was upset."

"Why did you hide it? I know you couldn't have possibly done it yourself."

"I didn't know what to do," he admitted.

"How long ago did you find her body there?"

"About a week ago. I'm surprised it didn't smell terrible. I tried to hide it by spraying air freshener every day in there."

"I'm so sorry that she's gone…" I told him. Well you know, she was his mother.

"Yah…" was all he said. "There's some more bad news." Again, I was worried.

"What?"

"There's a lot of news reporters outside of the hospital wanting to talk to us, because Roy hasn't ever killed anyone in this area. But fortunately, the police are holding them back."

"So I guess this year isn't going to be normal," I sighed, "It's all going to be on the news and everyone is going to see it, and everyone is going to see me. The new girl."

"That sucks…" he said.

"So what really happened all of the time I was passed out?" I was curious.

"Well Koji called the police, and an ambulance took you to the hospital. They didn't really have any medical records, so they said they would get the information when you woke-up. That's a problem."

"Why did they take me to the hospital? I wasn't hurt or anything I just passed out, you could have like poured water on my face and I would've woken up!" I was upset, still, because of everything.

"I don't know…" he said, "people suck like that." I noticed that I was still in my clothes, how very odd. At least my hat was still on.

"I need to get out of here," I said. "The doctors can't know I don't have any parents, or then they'll send me to an orphanage. And I don't want to talk to five million reporters. I'm sure the news report about me finding her body is bad enough as it is. I don't want more attention drawn to me. When I show up at school tomorrow, the girl who saw a victim of Roy, then everyone will be all over me and asking me every detail. But maybe, if I said everything that happened, then when people asked me about it, I could say I said everything I know on TV. Maybe that would keep them off me… but I doubt it. Maybe my clothes would keep people off of me. If I dressed all gothic or something, maybe people would be scared of me like they always have been.

"I'll sneak you past all the doctors, and then you can talk to the reporters if you want," Chris said. "I'll pay for your medical bill, of course."

"Thanks," I smiled. "Oh wait, one more thing," I wondered, "What happened to the note that I found under your mom's body?"

"The police took it," he said.

"In it, everything was all misspelled and stuff. I think that it was a secret message or something. Sucks I didn't get to figure it out."

"Rika, if he comes again, will you protect me?" That's what I didn't want to hear. I was afraid of Roy. He had killed so many people, and I think that's he's completely stronger than I am. Not to mention, older.

"I'll try," I said ashamed.

"Thank you," he said as we snuck out of the hospital room. We went through a lot of hallways, but because I was in my clothes, it was easier to not be spotted as a patient, even though anyone who saw my face they would know who I was. We made it to the front door, and he opened it for me.

There was about one hundred and fifty people outside of the building, who had been waiting for me. Because they wanted to talk to me. Because I was important. Because I was special for once in my life.

Everyone started crowding me and Chris, but he pushed everyone back and made sure I had my space. "EVERYONE LISTEN!!!" I screamed really loud. Most of them quieted down with all their questions. They all wanted to record what I was saying. Channel two news was video recording me, who was in the front of the group of people. They're the most popular news channel. I knew that about everyone in the state, or even more, would see this, so I had to make it not screwed up. We began.

"Tell us what happened," said the female news reporter.

"Well, I was just going cleaning of our spare rooms, and I saw a drop of blood from the outside of the closet. I opened the closet, and there was our mother, all cut up into little pieces, blood everywhere, flooding the closet. Then I noticed there was a sheet of paper under a chunk of her flesh. It was a letter from the killer. It said all this stuff I can't remember, but a lot of it was misspelled. I believe it was a secret code or something. I knew that it was Roy who killed her the minute that I saw her body. It wasn't out in the open at all."

"Weren't you scared? Weren't you afraid that he would come back? I'm sure that he's watching this right now, this is live, do you have anything to say to him?" I hadn't thought that he is watching this right now, and I knew he was. I could feel it… for sure.

"Of course I was scared, I threw-up right there on the spot. Then I fainted, and got brought to this hospital. I'm sort of scared that he will come back, but Roy, I'm. Not. Scared. Of you. You won't kill me. You won't try. So leave me and Chris alone." He said he doesn't kill his own kind, so I knew he wouldn't kill me. But that doesn't mean that he won't hurt me, or try to. Dustin promised he would protect me. I still hoped that I will meet him tomorrow. That he would be there. I knew he would. And plus, he promised that if anyone hurt me, that he would kill them. That was a little harsh, I would think. But I was happy he cared about me so much. He always did kind of seem the violent type, but I didn't know that he would actually kill someone. Maybe he wasn't the best for me, but that didn't change the fact that I. Love. Him. "That's all I have time for, I'm sorry. I have somewhere to be," I said to all the reporters. I pushed my way through the crowd, Chris helping me get through everyone.

"The car's over here," he said. We got in the car, and I closed the door before any reporters could get to us. He turned the engine on, it still being very loud by itself, warning everyone to move, or he really would run them over.

"Oh so now we're siblings?" He asked.

"Well hey, I had to say something." It was quiet the rest of the drive. I didn't really pay attention to anything. Just my reflection in the mirror.

We made it home with out anyone following us, somehow. I was very upset, and so when he turned off the car in his driveway, I ran up to my room. I landed face down on my bed, and started crying. Chris left me alone, because he knew I was upset. The crying turned into sobbing, and the sobbing lasted about ten minutes until something interrupted me.

"There, there," someone said, rubbing my back, trying to comfort me. I was so scared to look who it was. It wasn't Chris or Koji. It wasn't here voices at all. "Are you afraid to know who I am?" The voice asked as I didn't turn over for about a minute. I finally turned over, and gasped.

"ROY!!!" I screamed, pointed an outstretched arm and finger to his perfect face. He had brown eyes and brown hair.

"Yeah, yeah, it's me, wa-hoo," he said, pulling my arm down out of his face. "Don't worry, I wouldn't even hurt a cutie like you." He pulled my hat off. "Ahhhh, so you're the new girl," he said, smiling at me. His smile froze me in fear, and in his charm. Everyone was right, he was very good looking.

"How old are you?" I asked looking at his childish face.

"I'm only thirteen, but everyone thinks I'm sixteen. Now don't tell anyone, or I'll have to hurt you," he smiled.

"What are you?" I asked.

"I'm one of the very few male diclonius. I thought that you would think I'm a silpelit, but I'm not."

"Why do you kill so many people?" I asked him. I knew that if I screamed for Chris, he would hurt me, or kill Chris.

"Because it's fun," he admitted, "They're just humans."

"You know, you're a human too." The next thing I knew, I was on the floor, him pinning me down, looking as if he was about to kill me.

"Don't. Ever. Say that," he said. Then, he did something that I didn't know what to do about. He… did something I didn't want him to do. Besides, how many people had he done this to? What he did wasn't special. He stole my first from me too. He kissed me, for about a solid five seconds. I couldn't get him off of me. Then he finally broke the kiss and lifted me to my feet.

"What the… hell?" I asked him. I wanted to slap him, but I knew I shouldn't. Besides, he could have done so much more to me, but he didn't. I was so grateful he didn't rape me or something.

"I like you," he told me, "I've been seeing you out and about for awhile now, and I've always thought that you are beautiful." I blushed, not knowing what to do or say. "You know, you really shouldn't really put your thoughts out in the open so all diclonius' can hear them. So keep this all a secret, cutie, and I won't hurt you beloved Dustin." And with that, he was gone out the window, out of sight within ten seconds.

"What the hell was that all about?!" I screamed at myself as I closed my window. "He knows Dustin…" I said aloud, "Which means… he's real!" My smiled was humungous, the biggest it had been in years. I replayed what happened with Roy over and over again in my head for the rest of the day. I knew that Roy would really kill Dustin if I told anyone about what he said to me in my room, alone. Just the two of us. The just the thought of him being alone with me made me feel very strange. He seemed so nice, it was strange how he killed so many people. And I still couldn't believe he was my age! He looked so much older, that must be why everyone says that he's sixteen. He's never told anyone besides me, or he could have told someone and then threatened them like he did me if we tell. That makes sense… But I wonder why he wants to hide his age. Well, I guess he doesn't really want anyone knowing anything about him, so that makes since. I still can't believe also that he kissed me! Who just walks up to a stranger and kisses them?! What the hell?! But somehow, his lips seemed familiar. Like I had felt them pressed against mine before somewhere, but I just couldn't place where from.

Chris checked on me every now and then, and brought me food, but I just stayed in my room for most of the rest of the day. I guess that meant that I could use the upstairs bathroom, because it wasn't broken. He just didn't want me anywhere near his mom's corpse.

Before I went to bed, I set out my clothes for the first day in my new school. I was going to wear a pink and black plaid skirt with chains on it, a black shirt with fishnet sleeves, leggings, and plaid converse high-tops. I would also probably wear my monkey balls and my silver old-looking angel wing earrings.

Tomorrow was still going to be something new. People were joking to give me attention, for once. I would be the new girl, all on top of that.

Dustin would be there, finally. I seriously couldn't wait. I had been talking to Dustin for literally about one year now, and one year of wondering if we was real. He was. It seemed almost too good to be true, but it was. But again I ask, what if he didn't talk to me in his head, like how I talked to him? I guess then I would just have to get to know him.