The black hood covered his face with only a slight yellow glow underneath. He never wanted to hurt them, but it must be done if freedom was even capable to be thought of.

Part One: Her

I awoke on a Saturday morning with nothing but the shadows dancing around my room. The black curtains were so nice compared to a blinding ray of sunshine.

Pulling the blanket off and stepping onto the cold wooden floor, I stretched my arms above my head. *crack* "Ugggh. Stupid body..."
This was a normal routine for me. My body wasn't exactly the best and definitely not the strongest.

My eyes felt weird. Was I crying again last night? Damn...

I looked over at my dresser and saw the pill bottle spilled across it and an empty bottle of vodka beside it. My phone was there before I passed out...but...it wasn't any more.

I got on my knees to look around for it. Filthy clothes, another empty bottle from another lonely night, something sticky on the floor...probably soda. Ah, I finally found it under the edge of my bed.

Three new messages and two calls. Must be Ven...hopefully I didn't say anything stupid last night.
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-Ven-
Hey...I know you're going through some things but you shouldn't be drinking yourself to death

-Ven-
You there?

-Ven-
I'm visiting tomorrow around noon. Please don't be dead or something
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Oh great. It's already 11:45 and I look like absolute shit right now.

I sat my phone down on the bed...