I've always asked myself if it was possible for someone's life to turn into something that was never with their mind. It was never on my mind, that I would be hunted by an anonymous person. It was never on my mind that I would be entering a police station that much. The room was hot, or maybe it was my nerves. My fingers were shaking. I closed them into fists to calm my nerves a bit. "Everything okay?" Zack in the chair besides me, asked. I wasn't sure what to say at the moment. "Miss Brown?" A lady officer called me. We both looked at her, as we stood up.

"Officer Alkaline is ready to see you." She said. We both followed her to the office. "Miss Brown alone if that's okay." She said as she turned to Zack. I looked at him. He sighted. "Just be careful." He smiled. "This is a police station, Mr Lakes. Nothing to be scared of." She smiled at us. "Yeah, right." He nodded and gave me one last smile before going back to his chair. I entered the office behind the short lady. "Ah, Miss Brown. It's great to see that you're safe." Officer Alkaline met me with a smile.

The short lady left the office as I sat in a chair in front of his huge desk. "How are you holding up?" He asked. "I am not sure I can answer that question, officer." I said. "Of course, what am I thinking? Please forgive me." He said. I nodded with a smile. "I want you to tell me, why were you there? At the room?" He asked. "Kylie texted me that she needed me there." I shrugged. "Miss Collins stated that her phone was lost a couple of days before the attack. That means that the attacker is not only stalking you, Miss brown. But, your friend as well." He explained.

My chest seemed to feel so small for my inner organs. I gulped. "We found some fingerprints in your room, it seems to be either yours or Miss Collins's. It seems that your attacker is good at what he does." He stated. "I-i am not sure how is it that s-supposed to make m-me feel better." I stuttered as I tried to breath. "Miss Brown, please come down. I don't want you to freak out." He got out of his chair and rushed to my side. I started breathing heavily, as I clutched my chest.

"Miss Brown?" He asked, with a worried voice. "I am sorry, I-i.. I" Words seemed to fall back into my mouths, instead of coming out. I couldn't breath, I couldn't think. It felt as if the world was too small for me. "We need medical help! Right now!" I heard the officer's voice, with difficulty through my ringing ears. The world seemed to black out gradually. I was scared. I didn't even know why.

"Jane? Jane, are you okay?" I opened my eyes after closing them and hugging my knees to my chest on the chair. "Hey." Zack was kneeling in front of me. "The doctor is on his way, miss Brown." Officer Alkaline said. "No. I-i just wanna go home." I stated in a weak voice. The panic attack, I just had drained me out of power. I was tired and drowning in cold sweat.

"Are you su-" "I am taking her home, officer." Zack cut him as he helped me up and out of the room. I sat in the car, hugging my knees as Zack drove us back to the campus. I was ashamed to look at him. I wasn't mentally stable and it made feel embarrassed. "Are you feeling any better?" He asked. I was thinking also about the attacker stalking both me and Kylie. He might also be stalking Zack. I just wondered what was that pretty bad thing, that I did to go through this whole nightmare.

"Hey?" He touched my arm, slowly. I looked at him. The car has stopped. "If you don't wanna go upstairs, yet. I understand." He nodded. "I just don't want to answer anymore questions." I said in what sounded more of a whisper. "No more questions." He said with a soft smile. I watched him as he got out of the car and walked to my side. The door opened. I remember feeling so safe as he carried me up to his room, which I was currently staying in. I went to sleep the second he placed me upon his warm bed.

                      ~~~~~~~~~

I was sitting in bed, trying to study. The door knocked a couple of times, before I said "enter". Mike appeared face first through the door. "Can I come in?" He asked. I nodded as he closed the door behind him. He sat in front of me. "Everything okay?" I asked. It was unusual for Mike to visit me or this room. "Yeah, where is Zack, by the way?" He asked. His voice was sweet and low. "He has practice." I said. "How are you doing?" He asked.

"I am better, thank you." I smiled. "I am sorry, we didn't get to know each other. I am not very good with people." He gulped. His fingers were clawed together, in his lap. "Trust me, I know what it feels like." I said. "Really?" He asked. "Yeah, actually it was Zack who helped me out my shell." I stated. "I am not sure I am familiar with the Zack you're talking about." He smiled with sarcasm.

"What do you mean?" I frowned. "It doesn't matter, I will leave you to your studies." He stood up. I stood up as well. I wanted answers and I wasn't going to let him leave without giving me any. "What do you mean Zack is not how you know?" I asked once again, crossing my arms. Mike gulped once more, clenching his jaw, nervously. "Zack is not as good as he may seem." He finally spoke. "How so?" I asked.

"Remember when he told you I was taking a break?" He said. I nodded. "It's because of my therapy. I was getting bad again, in the last few months. There was an accident." He stopped. His eyes were staring at the ground, as if ashamed. I sat beside him. "What happened?" I asked. He just showed me his wrist. Scars lined his wrist. It was terrible. It looked fresh and hard. "I am so sorry." I said. "It's not your fault. It's his. It's Zack's." He said with fury.

"How can this be his fault?" I asked. "He's not what you think he is. He's terrible." He looked at me. I didn't understand. I was sure something went wrong between them in the past. But, what was so terrible that Zack did to get Mike to try to commit suicide. The door knocked and Zack came in. He stopped at the door. "What's going on?" He asked. "We were just talking." I stood up and walked up to him. "Why was the door closed?" He was looking at Mike. "It doesn't matter, Zack." I stated.

"I will go, now." Mike got up and paced to the door. I could see Zack as he grabbed his arm, with a lot fo force. It scared me for a second. He whispered something to him. I was staring at his hand that was holding Mike's arm. He let his arm go, finally. Hot red marks were clawing his arm as he made his way out. Zack closed the door. "What was that?" I asked. "What was what?" He shrugged as he entered the room. I looked at him as he threw his bag on the ground.

"What did you say to him?" I crossed my arms. "Nothing that would matter to you, Jane." He laid in bed. "Since when do we keep secrets?" I stood at the side of the bed. His eyes were buried in his arm. He let out a sight. "He's not safe to be around, specially not alone, okay?" He removed his arm, saying. "Why is that?" I asked, losing patience. "Can you just drop this?" He sat up straight. "Why aren't you talking to me?" I asked.

"I am! We're talking, right now!" His voice was high. "You know what I mean!" I replied with the same fury. "God damn it! Can we just forget this whole messed up situation?!" He yelled. "Why are you yelling at me?!" I yelled back. "Fuck, Jane! Can't you take a hint?! I don't want to talk about this!" He yelled into my face. I could feel tears in my eyes, my courage was all used up for now. I left the room and locked myself in the bathroom. I sat in the tub and cried.

A few hours later or so, I looked at the door as it knocked. "Jane? Are you in there?" He asked. "Go away!" I said. "Jane, I am sorry i yelled at you. Can we talk?" He asked again. I got up and went up to the door. I opened it and he was standing there. "I am sorry." He looked sad. I thought Zack was a saint which was so naive of me. I learned after that, that humans were capable of being so abusive, specially when they're hurting.