My eyes shoot open, a scream escaping my mouth. But just as quickly as it starts, it stops. I still feel the remnants of that dream. The crash. The accident.

The day.

I roll out of my bed, landing on the plaid carpet with an "oof." Yes, it's plaid. My arms push myself out of face-plant position. As I walk to the bathroom, I see a black figure shoot past me, and into my room.

What the...?

I shake my head. "Nothing is there. Nothing at all," I chant, continuing my journey. Suddenly, it starts freezing in here. Literally, freezing. My breath is coming out in white clouds, drifting off and dissipating. I try wrapping my arms around myself, but it doesn't work, the cold is everywhere.

My body stills from even shivers as warm breath makes itself known on my neck. Equally temperatured arms slip themselves around my torso, sliding in to fit between mine. My body is pulled backwards against another, one that is significantly hotter. A chuckle escapes from the figure behind me, and the arms tighten.

"Who are you and why are you grabbing me?" I demand, but my body betrays me. My heart is racing, my breaths are blowing in and out at a rapid pace, and my mind is struggling to form coherent thoughts.

Their breath moves to my ears, making my body shiver once more.

"Now, now, little Emilee. No need to be scared. I mean, you will be seeing more of me," and with the whispered words of, "much more," he lets go. The air becomes air again, and my breath disappears. Stumbling to the wall, I lean against it only to slide and curl into a ball. No tears, just sitting.

My brain is buzzing. 'Okay, so I know a few things. A; he can get in my house. B; it's a guy, maybe around my age from his voice, so about sixteen or seventeen. C; personal space means nothing to him.'

My eyes pick up on a piece of paper laying on the ground in the exact spot he had been.

As I move towards it, I notice it is slightly fancy. On the outside it dons my name, Emilee, in cursive as red as blood. Blood starts being pumped wildly as my eyes scan the five words over and over.

"Don't look under the bed."