Ty sat down on his desk chair. He had put a piece of paper over the window and stuck it with tape. He had also sprayed his room to get the scent of decay and death to leave. It still smelt a bit, that's why he had left the window open. Thinking back on it now, he got up and closed the window tightly. Nodding his head and returning to his desk, he opened his laptop and began to surf the internet looking for things that may just link him to anyone else. But after half an hour of searching and finding nothing his hopes were deteriorating, fast.
By lunch, his hopes had vanished, but just as he was about to close his laptop and have a good hopeless cry on his bed, he spotted something. A link to a website that had the same message that was written on his window. A clue or maybe a link, he mused the possibility of another experiencing what he had been through.
The sites link brought him to an obscure page that referenced these events under a mysterious tab creepily entitled, "The death of Miles Weid". Uncertainty creeping under his skin, Ty clicked on the tab. Almost as soon as the link loaded, Ty felt his stomach drop. The first thing he saw was a picture of a black figure. The figure that he had seen twice in two days, right after his close encounter with death. The figures eyes, golden, gleaming with mirth and mischief. The next thing he saw when he scrolled down was a picture of an old scroll, writing messy and unreadable. He felt a small bit of bile rise in his throat as a picture of a boy appeared, unrecognizable in the next picture due to the smashed in face, pooling blood. The story went that Miles thought he was being followed by a black figure with glowing golden eyes. The following beginning after a near death experience where he had been saved miraculously from his skull being crushed in. A day later he received cuts all over the bottom of his body. The next day he received a mysterious message carved into his window, a message only he could decipher. And before dying he had received a small heart attack, non-fatal lacerations on his arms, an unexplained broken wrist, and numerous broken ribs. Ty felt his stomach turn and his face drain of blood. His fear taking over his mind as he clicked out of the tab. He stared at the wallpaper on his laptop. He felt his spirits lift as he stared at the faces looking back at him. The rest of his friends, positioned in a group hug surrounding Jason, Seto, Ty and Mitch. He felt his fear falling away and made a promise then and there. 'I promise all of you, I will not die. Not yet at least. His curiosity and hope fueling him, he continued his search for answers.
By the time he had looked over every reference the new site provided a new day was dawning. He looked around and then up to the corner of his laptop. The internal clock clicking over to six o'clock. He yawned and stretched as he abandoned his desk chair for his bed. Falling onto the mattress as the sun began to rise. He wouldn't wake up to Husky's, Ian's or Sky's yelling. He wouldn't wake up for anyone at all.