5.5 (Alan POV FIRST PERSON) I woke up this morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and rain. It was a cold morning and quite rainy for autumn. I looked to my left to see that my wife was already up and that I slept in. Again. I've been doing that quite frequently, actually. The thought of those poor stick figures being in grave danger has been keeping me up at night. I got myself out of bed and went out to greet my wife. "Good morning, honey." I said tiredly. "Look who slept in again." She joked, giving me a kiss. "The girls are already at school if you're wondering." She said. "Thank you. I know I don't do that much to pay you back." I said. We sat down at the table to discuss anything, really. About half an hour later, I started getting ready. I took a shower, brushed my teeth and got some comfy clothes on. I have to animate and record some stuff today. Same as yesterday too. I do editing and have small meetings with my friends and employees too sometimes. In fact, there's a meeting tomorrow to discuss something financial. I couldn't remember. You wanna know what else I couldn't do? Get those stupid thoughts out of my head. Every headache and calming medication wasn't working. And worst of all, my earliest memories with Victim kept coming back. I regret doing all those things. I was just a kid with nothing better to do. Hours later, it was time to get some sleep. Me and my wife kissed our kids goodnight and headed to our bedroom. "You sure you're going to be okay?" She asked. I wanted to say yes, but I wasn't. "Well... No..." I replied. "Alan Becker, tell me what's wrong. You've been like this for days. Weeks even!" She said. I explained my troubles to my wife and it felt like everything got lighter... Lighter..? Lighter? At first the word was weight related, but then it became like a match. Like a lighter. I somehow slept it off and woke up on time. Early actually. I went into the kitchen to get a lighter out of one of the drawers and started turning it on and off repeatedly. "Why was I thinking of a lighter?" I asked myself. "What can you use a lighter for?" I asked again. "Burning stuff... Like wood, clothes, paper." I quietly said aloud. Burning paper? That's only for getting rid of old papers or a picture of someone a person really hates. Wait... If Victim did survive, and I was thinking about burning papers, what did it mean? It couldn't be a crazy coincidence right? Then the pieces of the puzzle snapped together. Victim was out for revenge.
yes a 5.5 you read it right! Didn't wanna put such a significant character in one part of a chapter so here we are!!! Alan and his wife core <333333 nothing other than that btw so eat up
