His hand fell from my chin, and he stepped back, his eyes wide.

     "I... I'm sorry," he said softly, before swiftly leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

     I slid down the wall, shocked.

     'What was that??'

     I struggled to stand, using the wall to help me up. My legs were shaking as I locked the door. It's not that I don't trust him, just... I think I've had a bit too much Axl for today. Or ever. I climb into the bed, sighing. It took me a while to fall asleep, but when I did, I was out cold.

     The next morning I gathered that Axl was still asleep, the sun was barely coming up, and it was the perfect time to leave.

     'Nothing personal, bud, but you're terrifying' I thought while grabbing the clothes I was brought here in.

     I noticed they were washed, but stained in blood.

     "That's weird..." I muttered, rubbing the fabric between my fingers.

     Yes, I fell off a building, but I only hit my head right? And I was caught by the angel boy... well, at least he tried to wash them. I slipped the clothes on, them being the only thing I 'brought' here besides my phone. I slip that in my pocket, and head for the door. I, of course, didn't plan for my clothes to be covered in blood, but if somebody on the streets asks about it, I'll just make up an excuse. It can't be weirder than saying I found and angel, could it? But it was also 6 am and the only people that I could see walking around from the view I had, were adults walking to their fancy workplaces. I quietly open the door, giving one more glance to the nice house. It was so much bigger than my apartment, and since I'm probably going to drop by that old place to say goodbye, before living on the streets or some shit, I take it in. I walk out, shutting the door behind me, and pull out my phone to see where I am, but the screen glitches, showing a map of purely water, before my phone shuts off. Great. I slip it in my pocket and walk down the stairs leading up to Jay's house. It looks pretty close to my neighborhood, so maybe I'm close. I walk across the empty sidewalk, looking around, when a man on a phone call comes around the bend. My first instinct was to get away, hide, so he doesn't see a scrawny sixteen year old covered in blood wandering the streets, but I stayed. Maybe he could give me some directions?

     "Excuse me sir, do you know where--"

     My question was cut off as he walked straight past me. Yes, he was on a phone call, but he could have at least pointed in a direction! I shrugged and kept walking. Eventually I recognized the neighborhood, and with a little bit of excitement, the top of my apartment. All the excitement was drained when I saw the police examining the ground next to it. My first thought was...

     'Is my mother okay?'