Preface
"Who?"
"Aiden Dickinson." I whispered his name like a melody. Truly, the name itself flowed evenly, like it had been made to be said the way I had whispered it.
"Who the hell is that?" Brittney questioned, raising an eyebrow at me, still horribly confused and slightly alarmed.
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I stumbled backwards, afraid of what they were. Afraid of what the eyes were saying. They were watching me intently, their smiles fake and now beginning to seem sinister. Overhead, lightning suddenly struck and I blinked again. Stumbling to get away from them, I fell onto the ground and felt the scrapes of twigs and other sharp objects come across my skin. Blood trickled down my wrist as I looked up at them again. This time, they were even closer and now their smiles were fading. They were fading to a faint shadow, hardly a flicker of a being. The woman was gone then and Aiden was just as bright as ever, a light shining around him once again. When he uncrossed his arms, he pulled something silver and shining from his jeans pocket.