?'s P.O.V.

I ask him why he'd ever do that or even think it. "Because that man has been bad-mouthing me for months! Whenever I try to invite somebody over, he blabs to them about stuff about me that aren't even true! Whenever people believe the things he says, they freak out and say things like ' YOUR A TERRIBLE PERSON! ' or ' HOW CAN YOU DO THIS?! ' I mean, sure I like to joke about eating people but he's just spouting nonsense!" He rants angrily as if he's Charles Manson trying to defend himself about all the murders he technically committed... He even seems, sounds and acts like Charles Manson too... I just stare at him with a confused look and say "Well, maybe would've been a better way to solve it than violence!" I've had a problem with violence since my tern years and this is not helping! "Well, at least I didn't kill him!" He says, trying to defend himself which only makes him look even worse. He even has the nerve to go on to say "Well, life's too short to think about stuff all the time! Why do we even go to school?! And about me saying life's too short, if he goes on about me being a monster, his life will be cut very short!" "Why are you even talking to me?!" I ask full of confusion and anger, just wanting him to leave me alone. The cars zoom by as him and I have a conversation I dread and he either sees as a joke, uses it to rant, something else... Both... Or multiples... Their could be a wide range of reasons why he's talking like this... I just want to get away... Away from him... He doesn't answer answer my question of why he's talking to me in the first place. I'm full of shock and am somewhat scared. "Well... You need help... So... Um... Bye!" I say as I walk away. "NO, NO, NO, NO, WAIT!" He yells even though I've just started walking and am not far from him. "What?!" I say, clearly annoyed. Just as he takes his steps to me, a man in a drunken state while holding a bottle gets in between us and the liquid spills out which makes a puddle. He slips and falls over it and groans. "H-here... Take my hand." I say as I reach my hand out to him. "A-are you helping me?!" He asks in shock and confusion. "Well, maybe you're not crazy and is just trying to express yourself." I tell him, trying to see sound unoffending. He takes my hand, still confused of why I'm doing this. "Y-you wanna come to my place?" I asks which is probably strange but I kinda feel as if I should. "A-are you sure?! Uhh... O-ok!" He says in delight. "Well, I can tell we've gotten off to a rough start so... My name's Shawn but everyone calls me Jack yours?" "W-Will!" He says, still in shock and he's probably wondering why people call me Jack instead of Shawn. I help him up and we head off to my place.