It all started when the boys home mysteriously caught fire and burnt down. I was walking across the street when it collapsed and killed all but one boy. Which I thought was a bit strange. Out of all the boys, the weakest and most mysterious lives. I walked across the street and asked the kid if he was ok. He said he was fine, but he was really beaten up, in my opinion. He was bleeding like crazy, so I told him I'd fix him up at my house. Since my mum wasn’t home from work yet, it would be safe to take him there. At first, he refused, but soon he gave in and came along to my place.

It took us a bit to get there since we had to stop constantly so he could rest. It was dark when I got him there and to my room, where I placed him on my desk chair and went to get first aid. When I got back, he was shirtless. He was kinda cute…WAIT, I CAN’T LIKE HIM. I JUST MET THIS MAN. “Uh Hi, I-I’m Edith,” I stuttered. He smiled and answered, “ Nice to meet u, Edith. I’m.. he looked away. I’m Tom, he said with a smile. He looked at my arms and said,” oh yeah, right, I forgot you were going to patch me up. He giggled and reached into his backpack, pulled out a tank top, and put it on. “Sorry about earlier. I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.” “It's fine, no big deal. I’m used to it. I had two brothers, but they moved out,” I say with a smile.“ Now let’s fix you up.

As soon as I started to patch him up, I heard the front door open.”Crap, my mum’s home. I looked at Tom and noticed all the wounds, and decided it wasn’t a good idea to shove him in my closet, so I just threw a blanket over him and wheeled the chair into a corner. “Hey, sorry about this, but my mum can’t know you’re here, so please stay quiet and try not to move too much.” He nods his head and then goes dead still. It kinda scared me