Father made haste to my mother clinging to her like a child being taken away from his parents, his tears started to soaked mother's shirt. That was the first time that I saw my father cry,what my father said made me question what Marcus had done to him."I told you!, I don't know!. Please stop the voice, the faces help me Martha", Marcus plopped to the floor after the exchange with my mom and dad. The look on my mother's face made us worry about Marcus and the truth behind him, the question I had was what could cause Marcus to fight for me a total stranger he doesn't even know. I dragged my body over to where Marcus fell, I made my way over to him the Kitchen was like a battlefield, at the halfway point I gained feelings in my legs. I stood up looking down on Marcus twitching body,I tried picking him up the weight of his body was too much for me to hold.I started to drag Marcus to the couch bouncing his head against the hardwood floor,I properly placed Marcus on the couch. His body finally stopped twitching once his body was on the couch, I had a new perspective of Marcus it was not in a friendly way but a way of fear for my life.I saw a motion from the kitchen,it was my mother helping my father back to his feet. As my father came around the corner with my mother assisting him to their room, his face told a story of an escaped Holocaust survivor. The weight of his body was too much for mother, I helped him get father to the bedroom. The tears are still falling from his face,the tears felt like pine cones against the skin. We made it to the bedroom, I held my dad up while mom opened the door. We carefully placed him inside the bed, once he was placed in the bed the crying stopped. As my mother closed the door I made my way back to Marcus to check up on him, I made my way to the living room and pulled back a chair looking at Marcus. Trying to get a grasp of my surroundings,my first person that I have accepted as my new friend had become my enemy but I want to help him with his condition. I knew the best option for my family was to call the police and report him, but that would cause too much of a scene.Darkouls was clapping inside the darkness, wearing a crooked smile. " That is what I call a hero", I rushed over to him noticing that his body expression showed a sense of regret. "Why!, without my consent. What if I could hurt Steve, or maybe his mother". The look Darkouls gave me sent a shiver down my spine," I mean all I did was show a possibility of his actions". I replied back, " I need to know what I can do,also how can I prevent you from coming out again?". Darkouls charged at me while doing so I can hear his teeth grind, "you think I wanted this outcome!, I never wanted this for us". His eyes started to tear up, at that moment I knew he was just as scared as I was.My voice was filled with anger" do you know what I'm capable of doing!, what kind of threat I am to Steve and his family?'.Darkouls started to walk in another direction, he stopped for a second leaving a sentence that was confusing but also helpful." I'm just as curious about this gift as you are", The room with Darkouls fades to black. The first thing I saw was a spinning blade above my head, I was at awe at the blade hanging from the ceiling. The voices that lingered outside in the halls reminded me of that place, as I sat up I felt that the situation had changed drastically. The only thing that could cause that was me,the conversation seemed to me fake or even scripted. " I always loved your cooking, due you mind if I get the newspaper on the counter", I stood a neatly folded pair of clothes placed next to the place where I lay my head down. I went through the clothes with hesitation, scared of what they were plotting against me.I walked in the direction of where the conversation was happening, the father was sitting at the table with the newspaper blocking his face. I placed myself at the end of the table acting like nothing happened last night but clearly something happened,at the least of my worries was the condition of this family. It was the conversation I had with Darkouls, the smell of pancakes drew my attention back to where I was at. My stomach made a sound sign that I was hungry, Steve's mom slid a plate over to where I was. The plate was covered with pancakes,eggs,sausage,and two pieces of toast. I scarfed the food while my head was down enjoying my meal I guess the father went out for work because he was gone when I looked up. The way she smiled and genuinely cared for me was the first time in my life that I wanted someone to grow up with, I saw Steve's mother washing the dishes in the sink the scenario seemed like it was another mental experiment from my past. My vision was fading from the present to one of the scenarios of the mental experiment where I killed all of my family with different objects.I kept shaking my head trying to keep those memories away from this reality, a voice entered my head making it even harder to keep the memories out."John!' the image of the woman I blew her head away was appearing in front of me replacing the image of Steve's mother. I took both hands covering my face hoping the image of her would disappear, Elizabeth was the one who snapped me out of it. Her ice cold hands placed gently on my ears. I never felt this feeling before, I removed my hands and my eyes met with her gentle smile.