The golden door handle turned easily in his hands and he pocketed his keys. He leaned into the door, to sound of yelling quickly rushed to his ears. Worry surged through the teen, and he entered the home. "I don't care! I refuse to care for that THING anymore!" The teen crept deeper into the house. "How could you say that?! You loved him just as much as I do! If I recall correctly, you wanted kids!" His backpack was placed carefully on the floor. He was nearing the kitchen. "Yeah, I wanted normal children! That beast is not a kid! Hell, he isn't even our kid!!" SMACK! The painful sound of skin on skin made the house dead silent for a moment. The teen looked around the corner. His mom stood tall in the middle of the room. Her right hand returning to her side. She tossed her cinnamon colored hair over her shoulders. The teens father slowly turned his head to look at her. His palms where pressed on the counter behind him. He was cornered. A sick grin spread across his reddened face. In a quick motion he flung open the nearest drawer. His fingers curled around a carving knife, and he rapidly approached his wife. The wife began to back up, her eyes wide with terror. Anger surged into the teen, and without thinking he ran into the kitchen. "Get away from her!" His father barely had time to react as he was tackled into the back door. The knife grazed the teen before clattered to the floor. "Donavan!" A cry of concern came from the mother. The two people crashed to the floor. A irate snarl came from the teen as his fingers curled around his fathers neck. Claws peaked out of the tips of the teens fingers as he squeezed the mans neck. "Bastard," snarled the teen as he glared at the person under him. The man's face was turning purple, and his mouth was open in a desperate attempt to get air. "Donavan!" A light hand yanked back on the teens collar. He gaged as he was pulled back sharply. His hands slipping from the man's neck, faint lines from the claws appeared on the husband's neck. Donavan fell back on his rear, the firm grip still on his shirt collar. Color gradually came back to the man's face. He sat up and tenderly touched his neck. His eyes where wide with disbelief, and he flinched at the quickly forming bruises. "Get out!" His wife said strongly. Her grip on Donavan completely dependent on the husband's next move. Not wanting to do that again, the man quickly got up. He glared at Donavan as he walked by. Donavan narrowed his eyes which glowed a strong green color. A sleek tail curling around the teen, the furry tip twitched with irritation and anger. The man left without another word. As soon as the door clicked shut, Donavan's mom nearly collapsed onto him. She gripped his yellow tee as she buried her face in his shoulder. Her small sobs echoed around the room. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." She wouldn't stop apologizing to him. The words drilled into his head. "I love you." "What-" Donavan stopped himself as his voice came out as a growl. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Why are you sorry?" His mom sniffled a bit as she whipped her tears, she tightened her grip on his shirt. "We never told you." Tears began to flow over her face again. "We loved you so much. We didn't know how you would react if you knew. I'm afraid you won't love me anymore." She whimpered as just the idea of loosing her only son made her heart break. Donavan shrugged slightly, "I sort of already guessed that you weren't my birth parents..." He grabbed the end of his tail. The tip twitched madly in his fist. Donavan plucked at one of the black stands of fur in the batch of white ones. Pain raced up his back as the one strand was ripped out, but he didn't flinch. "We aren't exactly alike. But I still love you. You're my mom." A grateful smile came to his mom's face, and she hugged him. Her cheek resting on his shoulder. His yellow tee had a dark patch from all her tears. "Thank you so much."

"Donavan," A pair of grey eyes glanced in the rear view mirror. "We can't keep picking you up from school like this. The ghost thing needs to stop." The mother sighed with irritation and turned her eyes back to the road. Nearly everyday one of the two parents had to rush to school to pick up the kid they shared. They would run to their friend/neighbor and drop off the kid, then scurry back to work. It was taxing on everyone. In the back seat sat Donavan. He had his arms crossed over his beige, third grade, field day shirt. His clothes where covered in grass stains from all the rough play. "They're real..." He muttered angrily as he glared out the window. Almost no one but the school's councilor listened to him. These ghosts where real. He felt them. He heard them. His mom exhaled slowly as they pulled up to Mrs. Acturn's house. Mrs. Acturn was sitting on the porch with a blanket in progress stretched over her lap. A smile came to her wrinkly face as Donavan hopped out of his mom's fiat. He grudgingly closed the door, and adjusted his backpack on his small shoulders. Without even a goodbye, Donavan was left with his sitter. "Hello Donny, how was school. I'm guessing those ghosts keep bothering you." The elderly woman smiled warmly at him. She enjoyed Donavan's company, and she also enjoyed listening to him. Donavan's parents tried to pent Donavan from blabbering about the ghosts, but Mrs. Acturn never minded. A few of Donavan's foul emotions faded as he sat on the ground by Mrs. Acturn. She listened to anything, and supported him all the way. He nodded slightly as he pulled out a few pages of homework. "No one believes me. I know they can't see them, but I do." He gripped his orange pencil in his left hand. His writing was very messy now. "I thought you where right handed?" Mrs. Acturn dropped her needle for a moment to observe Donavan. He gave a polite smile to her. "My fingers have been hurting today. The other ones hurt a little too, but I gotta do my homework." His green eyes wandered back to the homework as he wrote down the number ninety under a multiplication problem. Mrs. Acturn didn't bother him much on the small problem. She went back to her blanket. Her creation a was a sea blue color. It was turning out to be a large blanket. The yarn wasn't a solid blue, so the blanket was freckled with green smears and baby blue sections. About ten minutes after their short dialogue, Donavan dropped his pencil. The math homework wasn't done. Instead Donavan's hands hurt, they ached really bad. He shook them madly in an attempt to free himself of the pain. "Let me see." Mrs. Acturn accepted the third grader's hands in hers. She focused on his finger tips. Her soft fingers gently brushing his. Donavan whimpered as small sparks of pain ran through his fingers. He knew she was trying to be gentle, but it still hurt. "Okay..." She let Donavan take his hand back. "Can you do this for me?" She held up her hands and flexed her finger. It looked like she was flashing the number ten. Donavan tried, and pain lit his fingers. Blood splattered on the floor as he jumped back. He began to shake his hands again. "Itchy!" The pain had been easily replaced with this unbearable itchy feeling. Mrs. Acturn was slightly amused with this for some reason. "Calm down, it will go away." She stood up and placed her blanket on the bench. She took Donavan's arm, and pulled him into the cover of the porch. Mrs. Acturn had a wall of vines that blocked the street from viewing her. Right now it was a good time to get out of the world's view. Once Donavan stopped shaking his hands, he was able to inspect what had happened. His eyes widened as he studied the small, black claws that poked half an inch out of his finger tips. "What is that?" He brought his hands closer to his face to get a good look at the claws. They itched madly, and he had a hard time coming up with a way to solve this problem. Almost as a reflex, Donavan was able to easily make the claws disappear into little slits in his fingers. "You're a very special kid." Mrs. Acturn told him kindly. Donavan gae her a concerned look. "I don't wanna be special." He shook his hands gently. "It's itchy."

What If's Zombie Apocalypse "Sara, please try to be quiet. You know what happens if they hear us." I tried to be a bit more careful with my footsteps. My taser was locked in my right hand. The taser was more of a weapon against the living, but aside from that it was almost useless. Yet my knuckles where white from the grip I had on it. "There might be other people here. We can only hope we don't see them, or that they are friendly." My best friend nervously flanked my left. His hands where curled into tight fists as he examined the area. Two black dogs rose from our shadows. Instead of immediately taking off to scout, they pushed us closed together. Their bodies tensed as they looked around nervously. Donavan grabbed my shoulder, and I was quickly rushed to the safety of the bushes. The shadowy dogs crouched on either side of me as we stared at the building on the other side of the street. We had been trying to get to a gun range with hopes that there was anything left. Donavan said I can't keep threatening the undead with a taser. I was suppose to be the zombie control, while Donavan was the people person. Zombie control was a little hard when you had a taser that did nothing except make them throw up. Not a moment I want to relive. I rested a hand on Donavan's shoulder to get his attention. His eyes held a strong feral light to them that sent chills up my spine. "Let's get out of here." "Stay here." He leapt out of the bushes, and I flinched as leaves rained down on me. I peaked up to see a large black creature running to the store. A handful of people emerged from the gun store. They all began shouting, then took aim at the beast. It was about the size of a really big dog, and was certainly a scary sight. One of the wolves tried to pull me back so that I wasn't so close to the opening of the bush. I didn't move, my eyes where locked on the sight across the road. A scream of pain rang through the air, and I could barely hear the crush of bones as a persons chest was crushed in the creatures mouth. The body was tossed aside, a streak of blood left behind on the sidewalk. "We gotta run!" The remaining people scrambled to get inside, the screamed for others to get out. Unfortunately doors wouldn't stop the monster, and the opening of the store was soon smashed open. A large beast crept into the darkness of the building. I was suddenly yanked back by one of the dogs. I was about to scold the dog when a odd sound rustled my ears. Two feet shuffled past the bush. Worn out and muddied sneakers brushed the ground as I grey skinned being walked by. Small mumbles came from the thing. I was speechless as the feet passed. Fear rushed through me, and I huddled between the two wolves. Their teeth where bared in nasty grins. Suddenly another set of undead feet shuffled past. Then another. And another. My heart pounded in my chest as I gripped my taser. I didn't know what to do. "Sara! Don't move!" Relief flooded my being at the sound of my friends voice. As long as Donavan was coming, things would be okay. Wip

I ran my hand tenderly over the silky soft head of a small, black creature. A thankful purr came from it, and it's ears laid back on it's head. This thing was small, I would guess it to be about six inches long (not counting the tail). It had a long snake-like tail that was longer than it. This tail was currently wrapped around my wrist as I stroked it's head. A small knock came from my door. "Sara? It's Donny." The muffled voice of my friend came through the wood. My mom must have let him in. "Just a minute!" I called back to him as I scooped up the little creature. The small spirit let out a confused squeak as I gently placed him into his box under my bed. I had taken the lid off an old box of mine and made a makeshift bed out of it for the little guy. The bed was rarely used though. After hiding my new pet, I opened my door for Donavan to enter. He was me a suspicious smile. "You haven't been out for a few days, what's going on?" I felt my cheeks warm slightly. "Nothing." Donavan began to look around the room for any changes. His green eyes mainly scanned my tv set up and where I place my iPod and tablet. He probably thinks I got some new toy to play with. "It's just too hot out. Yesterday the temperature went over one hundred, I don't wanna be in that." I twirled a stand of hazel hair around my index finger. Donavan shrugged, "I haven't noticed." "What?! Seriously Donny, it's freakin hot out! Where have you been?" The desert heat put my mom's car in the shop a week ago. June was my least favorite month, just because of the weather. A small squeak came from under my bed. I gave the bed a glance, then looked to my friend. Donavan was staring at my bed with a small smile on his face. "What are you hiding?" He started to walk over to my bed. I quickly cut him off. "Nothing, let's go out or something. I'll tell you later." He looked around me, and I watched his eyes widen. A feral look came to his eyes. Then a defiant cry came from behind me. Donavan narrowed his eyes, and small paws wrapped around my ankle. "I know what it is. Let me explain before you start chasing it around the room." "You better give me a good reason not to if you wanna keep it." His voice was a low growl and a small snarl came from the creature. This is exactly why I haven't come out at all. The little thing just won't leave me alone. I carefully knelt down to pet the little creature, but I also had to keep an eye on Donavan. "I haven't named it yet, but this is my new pet. It hasn't harmed me or anything." Donavan crossed his arms over his black dubstep tee and gave me an unconvinced look. "You have malhela spirits with you! This ones mine." I scooped the little creature in my arms. The fur along its back was raised, I didn't even know it had fur. It was so dark that when it sleeps I can't find it's head. "Dark and Night were my protectors when I was little. How could that thing help you?" Donavan was being a stickler about this. I was keeping this thing despite his opinion. Actually, I could care less about his opinion. A little hiss came from the spirit. "What if it grows..." My response was an irate sigh. "I highly doubt that thing will grow. I can't even tell if it's a small dog or a rat... Maybe a really odd cat? How about I take it home with me, and we forget it ever existed?" Donavan tried to reach out for my little friend. "No!" I pulled back and guarded the little spirit. "Leave it alone. It hasn't done anything to me." Grumbling under his breath Donavan shook his head. He was saying something about how stupid the whole thing was. I could see he was mad, but he would have to get over it. "I'm going home." Donavan marched out the room, his shoulders hunched as he kept muttering. I rolled my eyes and began to sooth my little spirit. It took some time, but a small purr final rose from the little thing. It's purple eyes looked up at me with a squinted smile on its face. The creatures black tail curled around my arm as it pressed its head against my chest. Tiny screams woke me from my peaceful sleep. I opened my groggy eyes and instantly noticed a pair of glowing green eyes nearly on my bed. My heart quickly started to race as panic surged thought me. Someone was in my room! I quickly reached under my pillow and grabbed my gazer. In a swift motion I had turned on the weapon.I lunged over the malhela spirit and jabbed the taser at the intruder while my finger tightened on the trigger. Blue sparks of electricity lit for a second before transferring to the intruder. A yelp came from the person as they collapsed. I got up and turned on my light. The malhela spirit jumped onto my shoulder as I went around to see who had snuck in. My body was shaking as I approached the person. "Donavan!" I was suddenly very mad. Donavan was curled up on the floor shaking from the electricity. He was wearing black sweat pants and a plain black tee. His eyes opened up just enough for him to see me. "What the hell?! Why are you in my room!" My fingers curled around the taser. "W-when did y-you get that?" His voice was scratchy. He slowly tried to move but he was really shaky. I reached up to pet the spirit with my free hand. It licked my hand. "I've had it. It's for spirit killers." My tone was cold and maybe a little too mean, but I had every right. Donavan managed to sit up. "I doubt that's why your mom got it." "Go home." I scowled at him and pointed to my open window. We had taken the screen out a long time ago. From now on I will be locking the window, not that it would stop him. Donavan carefully got up, and started to shuffle past me. His eyes turned a bright green as he passed me. The spirit growled at him. "I'm turning the voltage up after this." I turned a dial on the taser to increase the power. Then to prove point, I pressed the trigger. The crackle of electricity made my skin crawl. Donavan flinched as he climbed out the window. Once he was out of sight I closed the window with a loud slam. Then I turned to the bed where my little spirit was curled up. It let out a small cry, and I couldn' st going over there to comfort it. "

Yellow light seeped into my eyes as I slowly rose from the far corners of my mind. Thought flashed across my minds eye, and I gasped with shock. I sat up suddenly, my eyes where blinded from the light. Claws gripped my arm, and distorted snarling sent chills up my back. Hot breath came over me, and fangs glinted in the moons eerie glow. I tried to pull free, but more strong grips took hold of me. "Sara!" Fear coursed through me, and I tried to scream. My body was pulled into a comforting embrace. Arms wrapped around me, and someone rested their chin gently on my head. "It's okay Sara, I'm here." I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the yellow light. Sticky tears ran down my face, and I brought up my wrist to wipe them away. "Where am I?" My voice was a small croak, and I wondered if whoever was comforting me even understood it. I looked around the room I was in. From what I could see, I was in a hospital room. The room was fairly plain, except from a few things. Their was a worn out recliner in the left corner, and a small television mounted on the wall. A counter with a sink was built into the wall on the left. I couldn't see past the body of my companion. Speaking of my companion, he had hesitated with his answer. "AutumnBridge hospital, you've been asleep for eleven days..." The arms released me, and I looked up to see who had waited for me to wake. I was a bit surprised to see Seth, my best friend's father. Seth gave me a warm smile, his deep blue eyes full of pity. A flash of memories ran through my head. There was an image of my best friend, his green eyes wide with fear. Then a picture of a monstrous, dark creature appeared. The beast began stalking toward me, it's claws dimly reflecting the#moonlight. A low snarl rose from it. "Sara?" I was gently shaken, my mind coming back to the present. My eyes had drifted to my lap. I had been staring at my hands, my fingers where locked together. The soft fabric of my sweatpants cushioned my hands. Immediately I looked up to Seth. "Where's Donavan?" Seth's eyes widened with shock, then softened to a mix of sorrow and pity. His hand slipped of my shoulder, and he stood up. The bed suddenly felt very cold and empty without his presence. A soft sigh escaped Seth, and he ran a hand through his nearly white hair. "He refuses to come see you..." My mouth opened slightly to express how stunned I was. "I can take you to him, he hasn't left the waiting room." I nodded and slid out of the bed. The room spun a bit as my weight was shifted to my feet. Seth gently grabbed my shoulder as I adjusted to the shift. Once I got use to the change I shuffled to the door. My old sneakers where neatly placed at the door. I didn't have any socks on, but I put on my shoes anyway. Seth opened the door for me, and we entered the hall. Since I didn't know where to go, I followed Seth down the hall. We passed the main desk for whatever floor we where on. No one was at the desk, and most of the lights where off. I began to wonder what time it was. Every other light in the hall was off, so it must be late. The white walls seemed long and dull. There where a few pictures on the walls, but they where mainly nature based. Seth stopped at an opening in the hall. He was looking to the right, and I walked around him to see what had made him stop. This room was spacey, and had large windows on the walls that overlooked the city. There where padded benches along the window on the right wall. A few cushioned chairs had been placed at a small table in the corner. On one of those chair, sat a very familiar person. Wide, green eyes watched me intently. "Donny." I started to walk toward him. Donavan had been resting his head on the table, and maybe sleeping. He was now wide awake. Dark circles showed all the restless nights he had spent here. "Stop!" Donavan yelped, as he brought he knees up to his chest. He hugged his legs and hid his face behind the self made barrier. "Go away!" My feet froze to the tile floor. Hurt twisted in me. After everything that happened, I didn't hold anything to him. Yet Donavan held everything against himself by the looks of it. He clearly hadn't left the hospital since the incident. His raven hair was covered with a plain, faded, black baseball cap. He even had on the same clothes from that day. This meant worn out, black jeans, and a grey tee with some sort of purple headphones printed on it. The shirt had old blood stains on them. I'm not mad Donavan." Green eyes peaked over his knees at me. "Just go away..." He looked away from me, which hid his face. "I can't believe you..." His voice was barely a mumble, but the room was quiet enough to hear him. My hand came up and I hooked a finger on the collar of my white shirt. I felt my heart fluttered in my chest as the memories burned my mind. "It was an accident, what matters is that you failed." Since I am still alive, Donavan must have totally bombed on his attack. He wasn't thinking straight, and he can't help being what he is. "But I tried!" Donavan got up suddenly from his spot on the chair. He forced the chair aside, and took a few steps toward me before hesitating to a stop. His eyes drifted to the floor, as he became nervous again. A shaky breath escaped him, and he wrapped his right arm around his torso. He winced slightly from the action. I looked over to my left, and noticed that Seth had walked away. I could see him at the far end of the hall. The light near him was flickering as it slowly died. He seemed to be on the phone. My attention turned back to Donavan. Donny was more of a mess than I was. "Are you okay Donavan?" It was wrong to say I got the worst of all this until I knew his true condition. My answer was silent, as Donavan lifted the bottom of his shirt up the reveal a line of stitches across his torso. There were to many to count. I covered my mouth with my hands. The stitching closed a wound that was probably seven to eight inches long. I was surprised that the wound hadn't been covered. He let his shirt hide the wound. I would never get the image out of my head though. "Your scars are probably worst..." Donavan said as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "So the real question is, are you okay?" "I've been asleep this whole time. I have no memory of my early healing process. While you where awake for the whole thing... You didn't deserve that at all." My hands overlapped on the center of my chest, and I looked at Donavan. He frowned at my pity. "That's what happens when demons try to kill people. If anything, I was spared. Most demons are killed immediately. Sometimes they don't even save the soul. We were both extremely lucky." Donavan walked past me and over to the elevators behind me. He pressed one of the buttons on the panel and waited patiently. His eyes watched the red button so that he couldn't see my face. "I was waiting for you to wake up to tell you something." There was a ding as the elevator came one floor closer to us. "I don't think we should be friends anymore." Another ding, and the doors opened. Donavan walked in and the elevator doors closed. I stood there alone, without a friend. My best friend in the world had just left me. I stood their, my eyes fixated on the spot he had just been standing. The steady tick of a wall clock, and the hum of the elevator was all I could hear. Silence wrapped around me, and I let my tears slide silently down my face. Seth's rhythmic footsteps grew stronger as he approached me. "I left a voicemail for your parents. They'll be glad to know that your up. You probably can't wait to see them." He walked around to get a look at my face. After seeing my wet, red eyes, he checked the room. "What happen?" His tone was gentle, yet I could hear the worry. I brought a hand up to wipe my nose. "He doesn't trust himself around me anymore..." My eyes stung from the tears, and I rubbed them gently. The ground became blurry as I tried to sooth my eyes. Seth bit his lip and muttered, "Crap..." Then he looked over to the elevator. "Sara, I need you to stay here. Neither of you are suppose to leave the hospital." He left my side in an instant, and I barely looked up in time to see him run down the emergency fire escape. A familiar burst of my old stubbornness bloomed inside me. I don't really know why I am still in the hospital. Nothing seems to be wrong with me. Those final moments of the accident are a blur, so I don't know my injuries. I don't seem to have any injuries though. I walked over to the elevator button, and called the elevator. My eyes drifted from the red call button, to the screen above the doors that said what floor the elevator was at. The elevator was coming down from the top floor. "Where are you going?" I mumbled to myself as the elevator came to my floor. The stainless steel door opened with a ding, and I stepped in. My pale hand quickly slapped the seven button, and the doors rolled close. The elevator lurched and began to crawl up the shaft. Impatience began to eat through me and my foot tapped feverishly against the laminate floor. As I waited I began to wonder what could be up there that would interest Donavan. I highly doubt that his room was up here. If anything, he would be on my floor. "If I was troubled and scared why would I go to the top floor of a hospital?" My eyes widened suddenly as a lightbulb turned on in my mind. "Oh no." The elevator opened, and I nearly stumbled over my feet as I ran to the fire escape stairs. I nearly threw open the heavy white door, as I ran onto the grey metal landing. My footsteps echoed loudly as I ran up the stairs. Pain started to spread through my chest, but I didn't care. A white door loomed over me as I ran to it. A large sign said employees only, but I ignored it. I shoved open the door, and ran out onto the gravely roof. The rocks crunched loudly under my feet. "Donavan!" Cold air stung my throat as I ran over the roof. A wire caught my left foot, and I found myself falling face down to the rocks. I gasped as hot pain hit my chest, and the breath was knocked from me. My arms shook as I picked myself up off the gravel. Bits of rock stuck in my skin, and I could feel a few small cuts on my person. These few cuts weren't important. I needed to find Donavan as soon as possible. My legs felt unstable, but I broke into a run again. I squinted as the chilly air touched my eyes. Tears made my vision blur, but through the haze I could make out a figure. The person stood at the edge on the roof, his back to the sky. He was looking down at the rocks. "Donny!" I scream through the icy air. He looked up a me with glowing eyes. "Stop!" I held up his hand to signal me to stop my run. My feet stumbled to a stop sixteen feet from him. "Stay away from me." He tried to take a step back, forgetting that he was on the edge of a seven story building. Fear lit his eyes, and he gasped as gravity pulled on him. I ran forward and tried to take his hand. Our fingers where a mere few inches apart when he was pulled down rapidly. Unfortunately I had ran and couldn't stop in time. I tripped over the edge. My stomach flipped as gravity seemed to vanish, and I screamed. The wind rushed past my ears, and pulled at my clothing. "Sara!" My eyes locked with Donavan's. I was a few feet above him. The ground was coming fast. Donavan reached out his hands, and I quickly took them in mine. He pulled me into him, and wrapped his arms around me. I could hardly hear over the wind, but I know I hear something rip. Gravity was suddenly turned on, and the howl of the wind slowed down. I opened just in time to see the ground meet my feet. Donavan and I collapsed on the concrete ground behind the hospital. Pain spread through me as we tumbled on the floor. Donavan hit the dumpster a few feet from me, a solid thump coming from the metal. Black wings covered Donavan's limp form. Donavan shakily got to his hands and knees. I could barely move, my whole body was shaking. My shirt was warm and sticky, the smell of blood barely tickling my nose. I looked over to Donavan just in time to see him throw up a dozen different pills. He shook violently and leaned against the dumpster. "What where you thinking..." My voice was raspy from screaming. I looked from the pills to Donavan. Dull green eyes drifted over to me. "I was tired of being pitied." Donavan's voice was raspy too. "That's why I waited for you. I wanted you to be mad." He grabbed the rim of the dumpster, and shakily pulled himself up. His black, spotted wings sagged from his back. They where ruffled from the wind. I could see his legs shaking. I picked my head up off the floor, and got to my knees. "Why? What happened while I was asleep?" "You're bleeding!" Donavan tried to leave the support of the dumpster, but he nearly fell. "What happened?!" I demanded. My answer was silent for a long time. I narrowed my eyes at Donavan. He would have to tell me eventually. After a long silence, Donavan spoke. "Everyone that knew just pitied me. They kept saying it wasn't my fault, that it would be okay, that I couldn't stop it. At first I was relieved that everything was okay. But it wasn't okay. It was my fault, I probably could have prevented it." He looked down at the pile of pills. "I waited for you to wake up... You pitied me." Donavan pulled at his hair with his free hand. "I just don't get it! Why is every one like that?!" He squeezed his eyes shut. "I freakin swallowed your soul, and you didn't even hold it to me!!" I stared at my friend not knowing what to say. He was right of course, by the looks of it he was treated just like a victim. He was treated just like me. This made me wonder what would it be like to kill a person and be treated like the victim's kid who had watched. Who wouldn't go a little crazy after a while? Except Donavan wasn't crazy, he was seeing things clearer than everyone. "Donavan...?" My voice faded as I lost the words to say. He looked at me, and I could see a fire ignite in his eyes. "You're still doing it!" "Donavan!" Seth came around the corner. His eyes fell on both of us. I could see the gears in his head turning as he tried to take in the sight. While he did that, Donavan and I stared at him like deer in headlights. "You two gotta get inside before we get in trouble." Seth reached down for me, and carefully helped me up. His actions where slow as he picked me up bridal style. Then he addressed Donavan. "You can't stay here all night, we have to go in." Seth started to walk away, and I could barely see Donavan past Seth's shoulder. The wings on his back dissolved into smoke, and he tried to leave the support of the dumpster. It seemed a bit harsh for Seth to just turn his back on Donavan like that, but Donavan made it clear he didn't want to be helped. My friend stumbled and shuffled behind us. He would never admit it, but I could tell he was in pain. Those pills he had were probably prescribed to him after the stitches. The past eleven days he had been pocketing them. As soon as we entered the hospital door, late night staff seemed to crawl from the darkest corners of the hospital. Turns out, I had a skin graph on my chest, and that falling and running had severely irritated it. A few of the seems of it had broken. Donavan had torn our a few stitches, but the not to fix them. Since Donavan was healing well, they just wrapped some bandages around his torso. I had requested that we share a room, so they moved us to a bigger room. Moving had made Donavan a bit irritated with me, but I know he will get over it. Hopefully we could get past this. "Sara!" My eyes focused on donavan clothes.