She hears the sound of shattering glass. A dark hand appears. It seem that it's the one responsible for the broken glass. She violently jerks the wheel, not caring if she is hurt in the process. But she isn't ready to die just yet. She slams on the brake as hard as she could. She is not going to wait until it comes to a gentle stop. She doesn't have the luxury of time. The woman yanks the car door open and throws herself out of the vehicle. She quickly collects herself and start sprinting. Utter fear is fueling her endorphins, giving her the energy to keep going.

"Oh please, no. Not like this. He'll be here soon. It'll be too late. No... How? How did he find me? What does he know? What does he want from me? No, wait! Stop thinking! He'll hear me. Stop it now."

She struggles not to release the tears that are welling up inside of her. She couldn't cry. She wouldn't cry. She sure wouldn't let him see her cry. She couldn't give that piece of scum the satisfaction of victory. Despite her bravado, she is still out of breath and out of shape. The frost is starting to sink in. Her hands are starting to feel numb but that is the last thing she needs to worry about. The fog doesn't help a bit, making the roads dark and nearly unrecognizable. Her lungs are about to give out when something stops her in front of her tracks. A dark figure with an ominous air about him steps in front of her, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He is brushing off the pieces of glass off of his sleeves. The dark man takes off his black hoodie and slowly walks to her, seeming so sure of himself. He waves his index finger at her.

"Tsk, tsk. When, oh, when, will you learn? You and your kind are like bacteria." Towering over her.

His motives are inches away from fruition. She backs away when he starts to walk towards her. Not seeing where she is going, she eventually trip and falls on her bottom. She is not in the best of shape. Using the environment to her advantage she fills her hands with small pebbles, debris, and dirt to keep him at bay. She throws them at him, aiming obviously for his face. While she is filling her hands with things from the soil, she is also backing up with her legs by digging them into the soil and pushing away. It annoyed the man so much, he gets angry. He tries to stop her assaults by waving his hands in front of his face. When a shard of glass implants itself into his cheek, making him bleed, he finally had enough.

"Ugh! Don't you ever give up."

He didn't care how much she throws at his face. He is going to kill her. Once the malignant man finally gets a grip on her small, feminine neck, letting go is the last thing on his mind. His grip gets tighter with each passing second. As if he truly needed to. She is pretty much putty in his hands now. She can neither win nor escape. This is it. Knowing that her life would end right here, she shouts in the wind

"Please don't be scared. In your darkest moment, light will find you. Love will protect you. You have the power because when everything else fails, you can command. You have the power to command. Command!"

Before her final breath is drawn, he leans in to her ear.

"I will hunt every single one of you until there is none left."

She spits on his face.

"You have yet succeeded. You will never succeed."

His eyes lighting up like fire, grips her neck so hard. Nothing mattered anymore. She had fought to protect her loved one. And she succeeded. Her eyes rolls slowly up until it only showed the whites of her eyes and her blood vessels that are attached. Then there is the uncanny sound of the bones in her neck breaking.

I suddenly woke up to the sound of the shutter banging against the window and discovered I was swallowing in my own sweat. I'm also sweating on every crevice of my body. I'm confused, terrified, and mortified. Not to mention a bit scarred from the sound of my mother's neck slowly breaking. One second, I am trying to make sense of my dream, another I am darting to my mom's bedroom. The image of her last moments is so vivid, it's scary. But it couldn't be possible.

I notice the clock in the middle of the hallway passing through it to get to her room. It's already 1:30 in the morning so there is no possible way she will not be home. It's just a dream. It's just a dream. I will open the door of her room and see her there, lying in her bed like before. Panic sets in when I discover that Mom isn't here after all. I try to calm myself down with the idea that she could just be downstairs. Don't worry. She's probably just downstairs. She has to be. Like a child in distress I start screaming her name.

"Mom, Mom, Where are you!"

My feet making way downstairs as fast as I could trying to comb through the house to make sure she is home, she is safe. One by one I check every room in the house, every closet, every nook and cranny of the house. By then my chest starts hurting, this would not be the first time I have had an anxiety attack. The worry grows every minute knowing that she is not home and the nightmare could be reality. I start singing to calm myself down. Mom taught me this to calm myself every time I start getting anxious. There has to be a reason why she isn't home. There's gotta be. I roll up in a blanket and squatted with my back against the door whilst assuming fetal position. This way I can hear her keys jiggle while she opens the door. It is also the only way I can calm myself down. I repeatedly whisper to myself.

"It's okay... Mom's okay."

Sitting down, I stare at the fireplace across from me. It's usually already lighted up by the time I come home. Mom sitting right in the couch waiting with a blanket and sometimes hot chocolate in her hands. She waits for me to sit right next to her so we can talk about her day and mine. When I got home, I just assumed she was running some kind of errand. She didn't text or call me so everything was fine. To Mom, no news is good news. She always messages me if she needs anything or if something is up. My thoughts are interrupted with a knock from the other side of the door. Okay, good. Mom just left her keys. It isn't Mom like I hoped it would be. Instead stood an unfamiliar man, a cop in uniform. He asks if anyone that live here goes by the name, "Victoria." I nod my head and tell him that it's me. Then I ask him why he is here. After that everything became blurry as he starts talking with words in pieces... or what it seem like pieces. Maybe, I just didn't want to listen. The only words I heard are, "accident," "truck slid," and, "your Mother." My body becomes rigid. Trembling, tears are fiercely flowing, my body is shaking, and I just start hitting him, shouting at him.

"No, no, you're lying! You're a liar! You don't know what you're talking about. It can't be my mom! That's not her. No. NO!"

I collapse onto the floor. My hands are threatening to rip my face off. I'm feeling a complex mix of true sadness and seething rage.

"No, no, oh please no..."

The police officer seems to pity me and wraps me around his arms. His arms got tighter and tighter and then... Silence