I ran. Fast.

I was running as fast as I could, blood pumping through my veins. Faster then ever, trying to catch up to my heart. My heart is pounding; I'm surprised it has not exploded yet. Although it feels as if it has.

With running so fast and the fall temperatures hitting my bare legs, they fell numb.

As I hurtled myself over a fallen tree, I hear twigs break and snap behind me from my chasers. I slipped on wet dead leaves, hitting my face into the cold ground. I got back up as fast as I had fallen and started running again.

I taste blood. Realizing I had bit a hole through my lip, my eyes swelled with tears from the pain.

I could hear the men who were chasing me yell at each other. One had yelled out, "I can't wait till I have her in my grip!"

"Not if I get her first!"The other male called out.

What is this? I thought to myself. Is this some sort of game?

I noticed the edge of the woods out of my right eye and dashed for it, almost running into a big oak tree.

Getting closer, I noticed car headlights as Autumn night sky was falling. I was finally going to get away from these disgusting men. I smiled at that thought. I have been running for what felt like forever. I could feel my lungs bleeding from breathing so deep and fast.

I came to a stop when I reached the edge of the road, trying to flag down the vehicle the headlights had belonged to. I realized too late that this van belonged to the men who were chasing me.

Before I could turn around to start running once again, I was tackled to the ground.

"Ill go first," hissed the younger of the two men, pinning me to the solid Earth floor. A wicked smile grew upon his face, showing his teeth, which had grown into sharp fangs. I gasped, squirming, trying to get away from his grip.

"Not here!" A voice demanded, coming from the head lights. A male, perhaps in his 20's, appeared. He wore a black suit with a dark, blood red, colored tie. "We will take her back to the hideout. Do it there, it'll be easier.. fun." A smile pricked at his lips.

My chasers then picked me up and shoved me into the van. I turn, trying to escape out of the open door until something hit me upside the head. I started seeing black spots until the blackness filled in my vision, and I passed out.

"Hey Clair!" a familiar voice called out from behind me. I turn around to see Dan, my next door neighbor. He pulled out his mail from his mail box and started to make his way towards me. Shuffling through the mail that was in my hand, I sighed.

'Not Dan again!' I thought to myself, annoyed. "Hi Dan," I managed to smile, a fake smile.

"Not going to school today?" He asked, acting like he was interested.

"Nope, not today." I replied, rushing back to my house.

"Look," he started, " I know that you hate me, and I don't know how many times I have to apologize, but I am sorry!" His eyebrows narrowed and mouth fell from a warm smile to 'I'm sorry but I don't really care' frown.

Dan fallowed me to my front porch, turning to face him, I sigh.

"Go away." I stated firmly. I walked inside and shut the door in his face.

My eyes popped open.

My head was throbbing, I tried to sit up but pain shot down my spin. I became dizzy and light headed. I waited a a second, and it passed.

I could see clearly. I was in a room with a door and a bed. No windows, just white walls.

I traced my head with my fingers to find my pain. A large cut over my left eyebrow was what had been killing me with pain. It felt as if someone tried to stitch the cut together, to enclose the wound.

I quickly stand up,only making myself dizzy once again. I started stumbling, as if I was intoxicated. I made my way over to the door and wiggled the handle, only to find it was locked.

Without a thought, I started banging on the door as I let a scream belch from my lungs. Tears rolled on my cheeks, from the pain my lungs were in,afte running for so much.

A male voice croaked from behind the door. "Get on the bed."

"Who are you?" I screamed back, with a cry in my voice.

"Do as I say!" He shouted back, his voice deeper, darker. But somehow I recognized it. "Do it now!" He demanded.

I crawled back onto the bed, finding myself in the corner where the two walls met. Pulling my legs to my chest, I noticed that I was still in my underwear. I'm scared of what will be coming through the door.

After a few seconds of silence, the sound of the door being unlocked and crept open. A man dressed in all black stood on the other side. His head was faced down, not be able to make out his facial appearance. I couldn't help notice that this guy had been crying; his nose sniffling, cheeks red and tears falling towards the ground.

"What do you want with me?" I blurted out, his head snapping up, now looking start at me.

"Do you really think I want to do this.." He questioned, eyes swelling with tears.

"..Zane..?" I whispered.

"You really think I want to do this to you, bite you!?" Zane burst out into tears. Making his way towards the bed, he starts to fumble with something in his hands.

"What's going on? You've been missing for a year now!" Trying not to remember that horrid night, I look away.

"I'm sorry," He trailed off. Zane pulled a needle out, raising his arm.

I screamed, "Zane!" I closed my eyes, turning my head away, eyes shut tight. I waited, but nothing happened. I open my eyes to see that Zane had stabbed himself with the needle. He fell onto the bed, his body stiffening. I rushed over to him.

I screamed in horror. Zane's skin started to crack, looking as if he was scared. I held his head in my lap, looking into his stormy blue eyes everyone seemed to love. His breathing slowed, almost to where he was breathing at all.

"Clair.." Zane whispered, wincing at the pain. He took my hand into his. "I.. I.. lo.."Suddenly he stopped breathing. All color from Zane's face escaped, even from those stormy blue eyes that had a ring of grey were now pure black.

I panicked.

Breathing heavy, my heart started to race. I searched his lifeless body for a pulse but there was nothing. Zane's body turn ice cold.

My eyes burst into tears.

For a year I had thought Zane was dead, and now that he really was...

I don't know what is going on, or where I am, or even why Zane is here. I just sat on the bed, starring into the eyes of my former boyfriend.

Another figure appeared in the door way. I gasped and jumoed back,hitting my head against the wall. Everything went black. Ice cold hands wrapped around my waist and pulled my body up, as everything went blank...

"Clair!" My mother stormed into my room. "You're going to be late for school!" She opened my curtains, letting the light from the sun beam in. It was warm, unlike the rest of the air. Autumn was setting in as Summer was folding away The light shot me in the face, making me pull the covers over my head.

I hate it, the sunlight.

I don't go to school much anymore. Maybe 3 days a week IF I feel like being tortured. Everyone looks at me like I had something to do with Zane's disappearance.

Why wouldn't they?

Zane was popular, smart, and handsome. He could easily have any girl he wanted.. But he chose me.

The girl everyone knows as "The Emo Girl." I'm different, that's why I think everyone targets me. I mostly keep to myself, making myself appear "dark."

It's been a year since I had last seen Zane. A year since that night..

I pulled myself out of bed, trying not to remember that night. I got up and started to make my way to the bathroom until I tripped. My pajama pants flung up and landed on my head. I had taken them off last, I could never wear pants while I slept. I always feel suffocated.

I stand, too quickly, making myself dizzy. I stumble towards the bathroom door.

Suddenly, my mom appeared. "I'm going to work, try to go to school, will ya?" She proclaimed. "Oh, and put on some pant. I don't need Jeff to get any ideas." She left, hurrying down the stairs.

I could tell he was late. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and she smelled like cheap perfume and stale whisky. Jeff must be the man she brought home with her last night. My mom always brings home strange men..

I entered my bathroom, turning on the hot water in the tub. I slipped out of the shirt and underwear I wearing and got in. The hot water stung my back, taking a few seconds for my body to adjust.

After 20 minutes of washing myself, I turned off the water, stepped out. Took a towel from the rack next to the toilet, I wrapped myself in it. I started to shiver from the cold air that was blasting from the vent, which was underneath my stand.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I asked..

Who am I?

Sorry that this chapter is REALLY long :/ this is my first ACTUAL story, can I get some reviews? Would love to know how its going :)