Confusion consumes me as the darkness fades yet again, replaced by a small unfamiliar house. To be honest, it looks like one of those houses that little kids draw. The houses with bright red bricks, a dark brown roof and a canary yellow door. A thin gravel path runs through the thick green grass up to the slightly peeling yellow painted door. It's quite comical seeing a house like this in real life.

If I were here for a different reason, I would've laughed.

A sombre expression clouds my features as I gaze at the house, trying to place the red bricked building to a face.

Cayden Jones.

Unfamiliarity accompanies his name.

Who is he?

Without waiting for Alo, I advance down the path, taking later determined steps. The gavel crunching with every step I take - a sound that is soundless to reality.

Without cringing this time, I leap through the decaying yellow door into this stranger's house.

The stretched walls of the hallway are a pale mint green colour, and they are completely plain - no photographs or paintings - nothing. The floor is a shiny oak wood, with a dull brown 'Welcome' mat which is currently under my feet.

The house is uncomfortable - the important homeliness is lacking.

To my right there is a plain white door which is slightly ajar and the sound of muffled voices drifts through. Curiosity got the better of me and I slip through the door.

"Cayden Jones" a voice says behind me causing me to jump, resting a hand above my heart.

"Alo! Please don't do that!" I say, looking away from him and at the two people in front of me.

On the left of me is a short, neat woman, whose greying blonde hair is slicked back into a tight, neat bun. She has a pair of small, black glasses hanging off the end of her small nose.

On my right is a tall guy around my age, who looks eerily familiar, so I'm guessing he is Cayden. Curly brown hair is strewn across his forehead and pale green eyes are magnified by huge black 'geek' glasses.

"You always do this! Do you even care?" 'Cayden' shouts at the woman. She just states back at him with an un-phased expression. "You know what? I give up with you. You don't care about anything but yourself." He yells again, before slamming the door open and storming up the stairs.

"Cayden!" The woman cries, but he ignores her. With a depressed sigh, Cayden's mother walks out the room towards the front door, and leaves the house.

I'm so confused. I don't even know this guy! Why am I even here?

"You impacted on his life. You may not know him but you helped him." Alo says calmly like he didn't just answer my thoughts.

Seeing my confused expression, he says "think harder."

The spectacular pinks and oranges of the sunset littered the sky, keeping the fifteen year old me captivated. It was getting late, and I had been sat at this bench for roughly an hour, just gazing at the wondrous sky.

"Beautiful, isn't it." A voice says behind me. I whip my head around to see a boy, who's maybe a year older than me, looking at the sky through his large thick glasses.

"Yes." I whisper back, not wanting to break the beautiful silence which I never hear at home.

"I'm CJ." He says, still looking at the sky, pushing his glasses a little further up his nose.

"Oak." I mutter back.

He shifts his gaze from the sky to me. "Nice to meet you oak." He says with a smile.

CJ

Cayden Jones. C.J.

Cayden Jones was CJ who I had ended pouring my heart out to at the park when I was fifteen?

"Yes, he was." Alo replied softly. "You made his life better. He had someone to talk and share his problems without having to worry about what they'd think, because they were going through something similar. You helped him Oakley. You unknowingly helped him."

"What's he like in this life?" I whisper, slightly scared for the answer.

"Violent. Angry. Alone. Closed off." Alo lists. "He's not the same Oak. He's the complete opposite of what he was when you spoke to him."

A loud crash echoes around the house from upstairs. I glance at Alo, who appears calm, before sprinting up the stairs.

Directly in front of the stairs is an open door, in which Cayden stands. An oak desk chair is in his hands and faster than I can blink, this chair is thrown into the wall on the opposite side of the room, making a large bang resound the room, before he proceeds to trash his room.

A gentle hand rests on my shoulder, turning me away from the destruction. "I think it's time to see the next person." Alo whispers softly.

"And who's that?" I reply weakly, with a small sad smile.

"Your brother. Isaac."
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Edited: 27th July 2015