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Brett was back in his bed, the I.V.s planted safely back in his arms. His parents had been alerted, and were now pacing in the room worriedly. "Brett, what do you mean you saw your mother?" his father asked, looking at Brett in the bed, who wasn't paying any attention. "I saw her." he murmured, looking painfully up at the ceiling. There was a small knock at the door, but Brett didn't looked over at his stepmother answered it. "I-I heard Brett was in the hospital... We decided to see how he was doing.". It was Jared, behind him stood Dante. "Come on in..." his stepmother said warily, not knowing who the two were. Jared came to Brett's beside, while Dante just leaned on the wall, a grey book bag on his back. "H-hey man... How are you?" Brett only glanced away from the ceiling, giving a weak smile. He could feel everyone's eyes boring into him, a confused frown plastered on their faces. Jared let out a small, nervous laugh, before trying to start a conversation. "So, what happened to get you in here?" he asked, before Brett finally acknowledged him. "I almost starved to death." he said simply, sitting up and facing the dirty blonde slowly. "Why would you do that?!" Jared asked, shocked, almost yelling out. "I-I dunno... I never really thought about it..." Brett replied, taken back by his reaction. Jared looked back at Dante, as they exchanged skeptical glances, before Jared let out another laugh. He always laughed at the wrong moments. "Stop that! It's so annoying..." Brett growled, flashing a glare. Jared frowned, his eyes widened as if he had been shot. "S-sorry..." Brett apologized, "I guess I'm a bit tired..." he sighed deeply. Jared smiled lightly, stopping himself from uttering another laugh. "Well, Brett, you should be okay with your err, friends" his stepmother began, before saying her goodbyes and leaving with Brett's father to get some sleep. Only then did Brett realize what time it was. "Why are you guys here so late?" Brett asked, the clock revealing it was almost midnight. Dante shrugged, finally speaking for the night. "We decided to tell you if your parents weren't around." he said, walking up cautiously and slow. "W-what do y-you mean?" Brett asked, sitting up completely. "Well... this new guy came to school..." Jared began, before looking to Dante as if the truth was so horribly, he couldn't say it. Dante only sighed, "Yea, well... He kept drawing in class, so this idiot stole his notebook." he nodded to Jared. Jared frowned, clearly guilty. Dante continued, "Anyway... this guy looks like he's sixteen, but he swears he just failed a grade and is fifteen. Anyway, we looked in his notebook and well... here." Dante swung the bag around his side, opening the zipper and pulling out a purple colored notebook. It was Brett's drawing book. "What? Where did you get that!?" he commanded. No one knew he drew in it. A sudden realization came to Brett as he grabbed it, he groaned. Druid stole it. Druid was in his class. Druid. He flipped open the pages, passing all of his drawings to find the ones Druid did. Brett's face flushed pale, paler than it was, to find drawings of himself... drinking the blood of various people. Brett groaned, "What is this?!" he hissed, flipping through each page until the end. The last paged, showed Brett facing himself, blood dripping and running off his chin, a dark smile on his face. On top of the page, in gorgeous cursive, read the words, "The Crimson." Behind the drawing on one side stood Vladimir, and on the other stood Druid. They were barely able to be told apart, except Vladimir's hair was colored in black. A small smile tugged at Brett's lips as he held back laughter, while Jared and Dante only gave each other worried glances. "Brett, do you know those guys, in the drawing I mean?" Jared said, watching Brett. Brett frowned, glancing over. "Oh er, no. I'll have to talk to this guy... He seems like a creep." Brett said, seemingly annoyed and angered with this guy. Brett hid a small smile.

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Brett was back in his bed, the I.V.s planted safely back in his arms. His parents had been alerted, and were now pacing in the room worriedly. "Brett, what do you mean you saw your mother?" his father asked, looking at Brett in the bed, who wasn't paying any attention. "I saw her." he murmured, looking painfully up at the ceiling. There was a small knock at the door, but Brett didn't looked over at his stepmother answered it. "I-I heard Brett was in the hospital... We decided to see how he was doing.". It was Jared, behind him stood Dante. "Come on in..." his stepmother said warily, not knowing who the two were. Jared came to Brett's beside, while Dante just leaned on the wall, a grey book bag on his back. "H-hey man... How are you?" Brett only glanced away from the ceiling, giving a weak smile. He could feel everyone's eyes boring into him, a confused frown plastered on their faces. Jared let out a small, nervous laugh, before trying to start a conversation. "So, what happened to get you in here?" he asked, before Brett finally acknowledged him. "I almost starved to death." he said simply, sitting up and facing the dirty blonde slowly. "Why would you do that?!" Jared asked, shocked, almost yelling out. "I-I dunno... I never really thought about it..." Brett replied, taken back by his reaction. Jared looked back at Dante, as they exchanged skeptical glances, before Jared let out another laugh. He always laughed at the wrong moments. "Stop that! It's so annoying..." Brett growled, flashing a glare. Jared frowned, his eyes widened as if he had been shot. "S-sorry..." Brett apologized, "I guess I'm a bit tired..." he sighed deeply. Jared smiled lightly, stopping himself from uttering another laugh. "Well, Brett, you should be okay with your err, friends" his stepmother began, before saying her goodbyes and leaving with Brett's father to get some sleep. Only then did Brett realize what time it was. "Why are you guys here so late?" Brett asked, the clock revealing it was almost midnight. Dante shrugged, finally speaking for the night. "We decided to tell you if your parents weren't around." he said, walking up cautiously and slow. "W-what do y-you mean?" Brett asked, sitting up completely. "Well... this new guy came to school..." Jared began, before looking to Dante as if the truth was so horribly, he couldn't say it. Dante only sighed, "Yea, well... He kept drawing in class, so this idiot stole his notebook." he nodded to Jared. Jared frowned, clearly guilty. Dante continued, "Anyway... this guy looks like he's sixteen, but he swears he just failed a grade and is fifteen. Anyway, we looked in his notebook and well... here." Dante swung the bag around his side, opening the zipper and pulling out a purple colored notebook. It was Brett's drawing book. "What? Where did you get that!?" he commanded. No one knew he drew in it. A sudden realization came to Brett as he grabbed it, he groaned. Druid stole it. Druid was in his class. Druid. He flipped open the pages, passing all of his drawings to find the ones Druid did. Brett's face flushed pale, paler than it was, to find drawings of himself... drinking the blood of various people. Brett groaned, "What is this?!" he hissed, flipping through each page until the end. The last paged, showed Brett facing himself, blood dripping and running off his chin, a dark smile on his face. On top of the page, in gorgeous cursive, read the words, "The Crimson." Behind the drawing on one side stood Vladimir, and on the other stood Druid. They were barely able to be told apart, except Vladimir's hair was colored in black. A small smile tugged at Brett's lips as he held back laughter, while Jared and Dante only gave each other worried glances. "Brett, do you know those guys, in the drawing I mean?" Jared said, watching Brett. Brett frowned, glancing over. "Oh er, no. I'll have to talk to this guy... He seems like a creep." Brett said, seemingly annoyed and angered with this guy. Brett hid a small smile.