Another day, another day of being invisible. Jared walked home to his quaint little apartment, his mind already thinking about the extra work he could get done in the silence of his own home. Rounding a corner he is confronted by a scene that is just what Jared avoids.<br/><br/>â€œPLEASE STOP! SOMEONE HELP!â€ the poor terrified woman screamed.  Her assailants ignoring her as they were busy doing more important things. One tore at her dress while holding a knife to her while the other was rifling through her purse.<br/><br/>Jared was frozen for a moment, his hands clutching his briefcase tightly as panic began to set in. A small part of him wanted to help but the other....the other bigger part wanted nothing at all to do with what was happening. Turning to leave he knocked over some trashcans, the sounds of them clanging to the floor sounding like bells tolling for his death.<br/><br/>â€œSir! Plea...!â€ the woman tried to call out to him but her words were cut off suddenly, a faint gurgling sound faintly reached Jared's ears.<br/><br/>â€œHEY! YOU!â€ one of the men said to him, but Jared was already running.<br/><br/>Eyes closed, arms and legs pumping in time to one another Jared ran. Wanting to be home wanting to be away from that place. Yet he could not focus, a voice inside kept yelling at him.<span style="font-style: italic"> That poor woman called out for you and you ran! How could you?! You know she is dead right?! That sound as she called for you....that was her dying as they stabbed her!</span><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">No. That was not true, she was fine, he knew she was fine. Someone else came and saved her. </span></span><br/><br/>Not being able to teleport and running with your eyes closed was not the smartest thing in the world to be doing. Tripping over some unknown object Jared landed hard on the floor, the world starting to come back into focus for him not that he was jolted from his moment of panic.<br/><br/>HONK! A horn blared, accompanied by the sound of screeching tires and Jared opened his eyes to a car trying to stop in time from hitting him. The world slowed for Jared as he made it slowly to his feet, watching as what should have been the end of his pathetic cowardly life barrel down on him. The impact was like one would expect, it hurt and knocked Jared off his feet and sent him flying back. There was a strange smile on his face, like he was thankful to be dying and having to no longer worry about being scared of everything.<br/><br/>â€œOw!â€ he landed with a grunt in oddly enough....grass....GRASS! Sitting up with a groan of pain and panic in his eyes Jared tried to see where the hell he was, but the impact had knocked his glasses clear from his face. â€œOh no....my glasses.....where are my glasses!â€ panic evident in his voice as he felt around the ground for his glasses through blurry eyes and a battered body.