Mark-

I opened my eyes, surprised that I was in my own house. I sat up and groaned, holding the side of my aching head with my hand. I looked up and saw a body nearby of a boy who looked about seven or eight years younger than me. His hair is bright green and I had a feeling his eyes were blue, but I couldn't tell with his eyes closed. He looked so small and vulnerable, he didn't even stand a chance against me. I felt tears coming to my eyes. How could I kill someone so defenseless? He seemed so innocent, why did I do this? I've never even brought the victim home with me before. Why is he so different?

I was about to turn away to start taking care of his body, when he groaned. My eyes widened and I quickly went back to him, lifting him up to his feet before he entirely regained all his senses. I dragged him to the kitchen and grabbed rope I wasn't sure why I had - I assumed I got it while I was under. I tied him to a chair, unsure how he'd react.

He groggily opened his eyes, showing I was right about the blue. They were so deep and beautiful, I almost couldn't stop looking at them, but I didn't want him to freak out more than he probably will. I'm still not sure why he's here. I've never brought anyone back nor done anything, but kill them. Why did I bring him here when I've killed all the others?

"P-Please don't hurt me!" He cried out immediately when he regained all his senses and noticed me, his eyes having widened once they noticed me. "I-I did-didn't leave l-like you a-asked. W-Wasn't I g-good?"

"Hey, calm down," I tried to sooth him, but he started crying and trying to pull against the rope tying him down, the rough materiel cutting into his skin, but he didn't seem to care. He almost seemed used to it, like he'd been forcefully tied up before. "It's hard to explain... but I need you to calm down. What's your name?"

"W-What? I-I already told you! M-My name's S-Sean, b-but I g-go by J-Jack," He stuttered, tears streaming down his cheeks. I wish he'd just calm down and let me try to explain.

"It's good to meet you, Jack. I'm sorry for this mess, I never meant for this to happen," I sighed, not wanting to explain, but knowing I had to. I couldn't get close to this guy, knowing he could be dead next time I black out.

"W-What do you mean? What's happening?" He asked, seeming to calm down slightly, as though he could tell I meant what I said about never meaning to do any of this. "You seem so different."

"What do you mean?"

"When I came across you... You seemed more harsh and mean... You were more forceful," He explained, putting a bit of thought into what he was saying. I have to admit, Jack seems like an interesting character. Normally, a person would still be freaking out and wouldn't be able to explain anything, but he was able to get ahold of himself. "You were darker."

"Can you explain more?"

"You're a killer, aren't you?" He asked, watching me carefully with his curious, blue eyes.

"Here's the thing, uh - Jack," I started, the name still feeling foreign on my tongue. "I have this thing where I blackout, I don't know why, and I wake up at some random house, the owner dead. I don't know if it's me killing them, if it is, I don't mean to."

"Why'd you tie me to a chair then?" He asked, clearly not trusting me.

"Because I knew you'd freak out," I said as though it were obvious, which I thought it was.

"Okay... Why am I not dead right now then?" He pressed and I didn't have an answer for him, there was no reason for him to be alive right now.

"I'm not sure. What did I say to you?"

"Um... Not much..." He murmured, but I could tell it was a lie. I looked him dead in the eyes and he shuddered. "You said I was a sinner and that I'm going to Hell once you're done with me. I asked when that would be and you said not any time soon."

"That's... weird," I thought aloud. "I don't know why I'd say something like that, I'm not at all a religious person - I consider myself an atheist at times."

"Mhm, weird," Jack agreed and again, I could tell he was holding something back. I decided not to press for answers. "What happens now? Are you going to let me go?"

"I... I can't," I sighed, knowing this wasn't going to end well. "I'm sorry, but you can't leave. I can't risk you going to the police and telling them about me."

"I won't say anything," He promised.

"I can't, I'm sorry. I want to trust you, but I can't," I ran a nervous hand through my hair as his eyes filled with tears. I've never done anything like this - or at least, that I'm aware of.

"P-Please let me go! I can't be locked up aga- Please, just let me go back to Ireland, you'll never hear from me again," He stuttered and I wondered what he meant by being locked up again. Something must've happened to him in Ireland, his home country explaining the accent he has. I wondered if he had committed a crime and that got him locked away in prison or something, but he seemed too young.

"How old are you?" I asked and he frowned.

"18," He sniffled, trying not to let the tears in his eyes fall.

"I can't let you go, Jack, I'm sorry. My name is Mark by the way," I added before leaving the room as he shouted after me to let him go. I clenched my eyes shut as I walked down the hall, wanting to rid myself of this reality.