---Craig's pov---

I stare at the weird twitching blonde on the sidewalk.

He stares at me, looking like he was slightly pissed, but instantly goes pale when he sees me. He looks startled and extremely alarmed.

He opens his mouth to shut it again and then he starts to scramble to his feet.

As soon as he does, he looks at me and wipes his lip, some blood leaking from it.

He opens his mouth to say something, but closes his mouth again and shakes his head.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

He stares at me, his eyes wide with fear, "I-I.... S-s-sorry..." He barely whispers, looking at the ground.

I cock an eyebrow at him, "What exactly are you sorry for? I bumped into you."

He stares at the ground and starts twitching a little more violently. Then, he reaches up and starts pulling at his hair.

"I-I DON'T KNOW!" As he shouts this more blood leaks past his lips and down his chin.

I start down the steps toward him, but he jumps and tries to move away from me.

I reach over and grab his wrists pulling them away from his hair and towards me.

I stare at him as he looks like he's having a panic attack.

"Would you chill the fuck out?"