SOON ENOUGH, THE PAIR ARRIVED HOME.

Nawal entered the kitchen to make something to eat, while Finn went up to his room to change his clothes. Nawal thought that it would've been better to take the boy him so he could feel better in general. Finn however, wasn't feeling better. He sat down on the bed and began to think.

Should I tell her ? He thought.

Yes. A voice in his head replied back. It was its time after all. He was getting harassed for a story he never had the courage to tell. He was getting harassed because he never had the courage to replay the scene in his mind.

And he was getting harassed because he never had the courage to speak.

Gosh, he was afraid to speak. The thought itself made a chill run down his spine.

The memory itself hurt. However, he felt quite confident because Mal had already told him that she wasn't angry at him. That was relief.

He made up his mind, and took small, indecisive steps out of his room, towards the kitchen.

He saw Nawal's back turned to the stove. He knocked gently on the door frame before he entered, sitting down on a chair on the four-person table.

"Can we talk ?" He muttered in the softest tone ever. Nawal turned around, slightly baffled by the sudden words. She gave him a small, reassuring smile, then sat down across from him.

"Y-You have to promise that you'll believe me." He began, his heart beating loudly as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Of course, Finn. I promise."

Those simple words reassured him more than anything.

"Mal was only trying to help me.." He started, his thoughts drifting off to the night it all happened.

Mal saw Pilot with knife in her chest, and ran towards her, screaming out her name, making Finn snap out of his guilty, horrified expression, and step forward towards her.

"M-Mal, I.."

But before she could hear him, she was somehow sent flying across the room, by an invisible force. The boy's eyes widened in shock, tears threatening to stream onto his face as he felt a horrible feeling pool into his stomach.

"Mal !"

He tried to run to help her, but he was dragged to the other part of the room, hitting his back against the wall, just like last time. The sudden jolt of pain made him groan.

That was when it happened.

The boy felt invisible hands find their way around his neck, slowly squeezing the life out of him. He was forced to watch as a knife was stabbed into Mal's neck, making blood flood out.

He could feel tears burning his eyes.

"M-Mal.."

"J-Jack.. Jack, please help her. J-Jeremy..?"

He heard another scream. And it brought dread to him as he knew that one of his best friends was dead.

"J-Jeremy ?"

He felt the hands let go from his neck, and groaned in pain when he felt his body hit the floor with a loud thud.

As much as it hurt his body, he forced himself to stand up.

And was met by the sight of unconscious bodies of his best friends.

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