I don't think I'm quite good with talking to my friends. Right now, I don't know what to say to Justin. Fuck, I don't even know HE knows what to say to himself. Ever since we heard on the news about the incident at his parents house (and it's been confirmed, Justin's brother Luke's been over at my house a few times the past week), he's been a little recluse and silent. I don't know how to read into this, I would think he'd be, hell I hate to say this, but happy at least his dad was gone, what with their history. But he's been really distant and not at all talkative. Hell, sometimes I think I hear him crying at night. Considering that Justin is one of the toughest guys I know personally, that really worries me.
Luke tells me I should just give him space for now, let him get it out of his system, despite the fact it's been a week but I haven't lost anyone in my family as of recently, so I wouldn't know how long the greiving period it takes. If this is greiving, anyway.
In other news, it's been quiet since my town flips its shit when the blizzard hit, and despite the fact it's melting, people are still reluctant. Good news, it means there's a lot of free space for the sane people, and it's very peaceful.
Bad news, it's too quiet, and there's a lot of paranoia surrounding the place.
The punchline of the joke is I've seen the cloaked guy again.
I don't know what to call him but yeah, I saw him again. On my way up to the store, I saw him standing on the stree corner. He wasn't doing anything, he wasn't really moving, he was just...THERE. And there was no one else in the street so that was really fucking chilling. We locked eyes for a few seconds before I drove the hell out of there as quickly as I could.
So the cloaked guy managed to find the town I live in from Justins house.
I should keep my guard up.