My eyelids fluttered open. I groaned groggily. I looked around the room. I saw white walls, a red carpet and a window with heavy curtains draped across. A single sliver of silver moonlight sliced across my face.
I tossed the covers of my bed to the side and looked at the alarm clock. 1:02. I groaned and let my eyelids close. I licked my lips and thought to myself "I really need a drink." I swung my legs out of bed and blinked the last traces of sleep from my eyes.
I stood up, stumbled to the door and pulled it open. I walked out into the hallway and walked to my parent's room. The door creaked open and I peaked inside the dark room. What I saw made me smile.
My two younger brothers on air beds, they were having a sleepover in my parent's room. I saw my mum and dad in their big double bed, smiling like they were having the best dream.
I slowly walked back along the hallway, being gnawed at by age. I tripped over something. I bent down and picked it up. I squinted at it in the darkness. It was the last book of the cirque du freak series.
I put it on the cabinet in the bathroom and slowly walked down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible.
I walked past the living room and into the kitchen. I walked over to the cupboard where the glasses and mugs were kept. I bent down and grabbed a glass. I laid it onto the counter and crept over to the fridge.
I swung open the door and grabbed a bottle of milk. I unscrewed the lid and poured it into the glass. I turned around and saw two people. They looked me over as if judging me. I did the same to them.
The first person had purple skin and had red eyes, hair, nails and lips, as if they were stained with blood. He was tall and lean and had a piercing glare. His lips looked as though they were stuck into a ferocious snarl. I knew what he was.
I walked backwards slowly and put my hand on the drawer that held the cutlery. I opened the drawer and grabbed the sharpest kitchen knife I could find.
Next I looked at the other man. He had normal coloured skin and features. His hair was a silvery white colour and he held a vicious stare.
I put down the kitchen knife and walked up to the pair without fear. I gulped and whispered
"Steve."
