Once my vision sharpens I see the side of my old neighborhood mark use to live in. I walk to his house and smile at the sight of it. Last time I saw this house this good was when I was young and stupid.

I remember how mark died this day. They said he was kidnapped and killed in the killer's house. And that the time he was kidnapped was about 10:16.

Right now it's about 10:10. And my plan is to go to the house by 10:13 so I could warn them about a man who is trying to kill their son. By the time they get out of the house, the killer should walk to an empty house.

I get to the house and ring the doorbell and take a deep breath. Here goes nothing. I thought. The door opens and marks mom gets out.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" She asked examining me. "I'm can't really tell you that, but there is something I can say. And it's about you and everyone else in this family."

She looks confused. "This may seem weird but I live around this neighborhood and I heard a man was planing on breaking into this very house. I know, I'm just a stranger who doesn't seem trustworthy, but if you want to protect yourself, or anyone in this family, I suggest you go to nearby hotel and hide for the night."

She looks serious now. I check my watch, it's 10:15. Damn, he's almost here. "Okay kid, I don't know who you are, but I have a child in my house, and if I go to an hotel and figure out this was some prank, then I'm gonna call the police you hear me?"

I quickly nod and she sighs. " I wouldn't usually do this, but since my husband isn't here at this moment, I'll go to this hotel and call the police on this 'man' of yours." I thank her head out of the porch.

I hide behind a bush for a couple of seconds. Once I see mark and his mom leave the house, I do a silent but short victory chant. Just a second after they leave, a black van pulls up
And a man gets out of the vehicle.

I look at the man but he has a ski mask on so I don't know who he is. I see the man walk to the back of the house and I think about how tragic marks death was.

The police say that mark was kidnapped in the kitchen and taking to the killer's house. He was muder ed and the killer was still never found after 6 years.

I suddenly flashback to the first time me and mark met. I was sitting at lunch by myself with nobody. I felt sad because no one wanted to talk to me.

I didn't know why. "Hey, anyone sitting their?" This kid says to me. "No." I tell him shyly. "Can I sit there?" I nod my head and he sits next to me. "Hi, my name's mark." He takes his hand out and I shake it.

"I'm Jamingo, but people call me jay." After that day, Mark and I connected. We became best friends. And I didn't have anyone else in the world besides him.

I refocus myself and I get this feeling, this rage that I've never felt before. I then remember I had a knife just in case anything happened. So I take out the knife and I walk slowly to the car.

If this guy wants to leave the house, he better have a spare tire. "This is for killing my best friend, you filthy animal." I slash each and every tire on the van.

And I feel joy and happiness when I do it. I hear the killer coming out of the house and I hide behind a bush. He looks like he's in a hurry. He starts his engine and tyres to leave, until he realizes that he's going incredibly slow.

Then he stops and goes to check his tires. I try my best not to laugh and he ends up pushing the car. Struggling to leave. By the time he's gone, it's too late, because the sirens blare loudly and surround him.

"Justice is served." I say to myself. I walk to the house and I chuckle to myself. "I saved you, mark. I saved you." I tell myself. Just like the time I saved my mom, I decided to walk around and see any changes.

It is in the same neighborhood. Maybe my father being in jail changed things somehow. But not too badly. I walk to the same street I walked to last time, but this time the place looks... different.

I mean, it's seems joyful and full of life compared to last time. I wonder why though. This thought slips through my mind as I notice the same diner.

I get in and the diner is packed. Almost every seat besides one. I get look in my pocket and see if I had money, but I remember I spent my money.

Damn, I actually wanted to eat something. Guess not. I head out and look back at the diner. Why did they even close it down? This question floats on my mind all night. I set my watch to 10 minutes before Jennifer's death.

I remember it was about 8 o'clock and she got hit by a bus on South Broad Street. I press the button and take a deep breath. I count in my head 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10. Then my finger turns blue and poof. I'm gone.

My vision sharpens and I see the srteet. Cars passing by, pedestrians walking innocently., everything looks like a regular, average, normal day. I didn't see the accident, but here is my plan. Once I see Jennifer walking to the street, before the car hits her, I'll pull her back and she'll thank me and I'll be able to live life perfectly. Don't worry Jen, I'm coming.