//DECLANS POV\\

I clung to Saint for dear life as we approached the nurses office. Everything hurt. My head was killing me, and I'm pretty sure my nose was still bleeding.

The nurse opened the door, demanding for answers as to why the hell I look like this. Saint laid me on a cot and gave her a look of annoyance as she began yelling. "Please, stop. He got hurt. He got beat up and I'm betting $100 he has a headache." He gazed at the nurse.

"Sorry. It's just.... I've never seen anyone this bad. Do you have anyone I can call?" She asked. Her tone exposed her worry.

"My dad." He laughed. "He's probably gonna kill me for not protecting him, but I can take it." He mumbled to himself.

I basically tuned out everything from then on. I didn't really care. All I wanted to do was leave. Get out if this hell hole that we call school. It's boring and it brings me pain, as you can probably see.

"Declan?? What the hell did you get yourself into?!?!"

The sudden voice made me jump. It didn't sound like Saint, or Nurse Ramos. That voice was familiar. It had the slightest rasp, it was low... who? Who the hell is in here?!?!

"W-who are you? Where are you?" I asked. Im scared now. What if I just got hurt really bad? What if I'm imagining this?

"You'll find out soon enough. Now what the fuck happened to you?!" The voice yelped. Worry ladened his voice.

"Kyle Winters fucking happened." I groaned. My head was throbbing. My limbs ached. My lip was swollen. Pain is what I should get used to.

"Wait... you mean that kid that's like a year older than you that used to insult you until you cried when you were little?" The voice asked, genuinely interested.

"Yeah... that kid." I sighed. Then, realization hit me. "How do you know about Kyle?" My tone was harsh. this is weird.

"Listen to the sound of my voice. Now try to remember it. I know you do, you just don't know from where." The Voice sighed.

I listened. I listened so long, trying to picture where I last heard this voice. Then it hit me. October 13, 2019. Ten years ago. No.... He's dead.

Dad shot up. "Elisa?!?!" He yelped. I saw fear in his pale hazel eyes. He glanced at me. "Declan,

But-" I started. I needed to know what was going on. I needed to know if mom is okay.

"No buts. HIDE!" He begged. I was terrified, so I did. I did hide. Against my better judgement. I hid.

"Don't take her!" I heard my father yell. I peeked my head around the corner, to see my dad fight a much larger man. He had Mom. The man had my mother in his arms, and my father was trying to get her back.

I turned my head back around. to where I couldn't see. I didn't want to see. Im so scared right now. I'm petrified.

BANG

"No..." I whispered. It couldn't be. Could it? He's dead. He died that day. This isn't possible. "D-dad?"

Then, he appeared. A smile spread across his face. "Bingo."

"B-but how??" I asked. what on earth could bring him back? Who on earth could bring him back?

"I'll explain later. Oh... and most of the the time, there will be a girl with me. I'm kind of training her." He smiled.

"Okayyyyy...." I was a bit confused, but not as much as happy. He's here. After ten years, he's back.

--a/n--

Short and shitty I know. I have writers block for like, all of my stories. BLEHHHHHHHH.

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