I opened my eyes, gasping for air but felt no relief, and sat up as straight as possible. My hands began searching for a mystery object. I tried to lay back down but some other force was in control my movements, it was a war between me and my own arms. I felt the notebook I had sketched in earlier flip open to the picture of the "Katie" from earlier and grabbed a pen. The horrid images of her final moments flashed before my eyes. A gunshot, blood, Chris laying on the concrete but it was him that was hurt. No, the shooter missed and had pierced her own heart. I gasped in feeling the pain she was feeling, the life pouring right out of her and her last sights being the man she loved. The pen in my hand quickly dashed across the sheet of paper until finally the pain she felt stopped and my arms fell limp in my shoulder sockets. I looked down at the page and saw the beautiful image I had drawn earlier had been ruined with red ink that ran like blood down her chest and the golden amber eyes I had given her were now nothing more than lifeless brown circles on the page. I flipped though the rest of the notebook, all of them were the exact same exceptone... The boy Neko I had seen a little bit ago. He was lucky but he didn't even know it.

Eventually we reached a dark forest which made it twenty times harder to follow him from a distance. I must have been following him for an hour, I took a step forward and heard a crack. I looked down, I had stepped on a stick. He turned and looked around, I was hidden behind a tree... Yeah, a tree. I waited until I heard him chuckle slightly. His footsteps began again and I started walking again. 'Jay' then reached what looked like a cemetery. What the fuck? Was he in some freaky group or something and that's why he wouldn't let me come with him? He walked right in like it was nothing. I hesitantly followed him into the foggy cemetery once he was barely visible. Once the fog cleared slightly I could see a large dark red house with the words GREGORY HOUSE in darkened yellow letters. He then walked inside and the door closed behind him, I waited a minute then began towards the house in a sort of mesmerized way when I felt myself trip over something.

"Freaking-" I looked to see a large root wrapped around my ankle. I angrily unwrapped it and continued forward. The doors creaked open slowly and I walked in hesitantly. It appeared to be a normal hotel, complete with a modern front desk and a key rack. I walked towards the desk and stared at the bell. I pressed it once then felt stupid, no one is there! I turned and started looking for person in the lobby.

"Would you care for a room?" I turned quickly back to the front desk to see an elderly man with longish blond hair and a soft smile look at me happily.

"Uh, I don't know." I stammered trying to understand where I was and why 'Jay' wouldn't take me to a hotel when I would have died out there.

"Well perhaps a good night's sleep will let you think better in the morning?" The old man suggested smiling.

"Makes sense." I reasoned and watched the old man step out from behind the counter and began walking towards the large stair case. I suddenly saw a large grey rat tail that hung out from under the large coat of his. I followed him absent-mindedly until we reached a large door with 204 on it. The door itself seemed like it was made of metal and when I looked closer it swung open.

"This is one of our more simplistic rooms which I figured you could have since you seemed like you had somewhere to be in the morning. Eh?" The room was very blank with just a bed and a small table at the end.

"Sure, sounds good."

"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay Neko." He turned and the door shut behind him. Only after he left did I realise I had never told him my name.

Short but good right? Eh? Eh? Half of it was written last night at 2am.