I stop dead in my tracks. There's a girl in front of me. Her hair is a beautiful black that reaches down to her ribs, she has amazing green eyes that pierce into me. Shes wearing a black long sleeved tee shirt, then dark blue skinny jeans with high top converse. She's beautiful. No gorgeous. She see's me staring and falls to her knees. She rolls up her sleeves and shows me her scars.

Her scars. From cutting herself.

"Anthony! Help me!" She screams I try to run over to her but I can't, there's something separating us. Suddenly her arms start bleeding. I start to cry as she falls to the ground dead with a knife in her hand.

"NO!" I scream. Oh god, not that dream again. I was covered in sweat and crying. "Anthony! Are you okay?" I hear Ian yell as he runs into my room. "Yea, I'm fine, just a bad dream." I say as I walk to the bathroom.

(Okay Stella's POV...)

I watched the street lights fly by as I drove. The farther I could get away from 'that place' the better. For my mental and physical being. Any minute now and I'd be out of the damn city. I felt relief as I saw the sign that said 'approaching city limits'. I know when get past that sign I'll finally be free. I hope.

I was forty-five miles out when my phone started buzzing in the seat next to me. So someone actually noticed I was missing. I picked it up and saw that it was a call coming from my best friend Katrina. I picked up the call and she immediately started screaming into the phone "Stella you ditched another one of your therapy sessions! And where the hell are you?" Oh god how was I going to explain that I had left Portland (Oregon) and was moving by myself down to Sacramento. "Umm... Katrina. I need you to listen. I left. I'm going down to California. I'll call when I can." I hung up the phone and tossed it back onto the passenger seat. Immediately it started buzzing again. "Katrina I can't talk to you right now." I said to the air as I ignored the call. God, she's gonna kill me.


Nine hours later I had finally made it to Sacramento. I drove down a random street and parked in front of a little blue house. And nodded off.


I woke up the next morning with the feeling of eyes boring into the side of my head. I put my aviators on the top of my head. I looked over and saw a young man. Dark brown hair and mocha eyes. I scooted over and rolled down the passenger side window. "Hi!" I said. "Umm... Hi." He responded hesitantly. After my mind finally woke up as I realized something. "Oh wait. You need this spot for someone else don't you? I can just leave." I spluttered out as I started my car. He didn't respond and I was about to pull away when suddenly he said. "Wait! You can.. uhh.. stay there if you need to..." "Thanks!" I said loudly. God was I happy, mostly because I didn't have anywhere else to go. Suddenly I saw his eyes widen. Oh no. I just said that out loud. I slapped my hand over my mouth. "You don't have anywhere to go?" His voice was full of concern. No, no, no, this is not what I wanted, people feeling sorry for me. "I. Uhh..." I stuttered out while looking into his eyes. "You can stay at my place." He said kindly. I sat there staring at him, unsure of what to say. Suddenly he walked over to my side and opened the door, turned off the car and pulled me out. As I stood beside the car he grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and started to drag me over to his house.

(I'm sorry. Anthony's POV now...)

What was I doing? Some girl I had just met, hell I didn't even know her name, I was bringing her into my house. To stay. But I had to, because it was her. The girl from my dream. The one wearing a black long sleeve tee and dark blue skinny jeans and high top converse. With wispy black hair and piercing green eyes.

"Anthony! I didn't know it took so-" Ian stopped as he rounded the corner and saw her standing in our living room. "Who is she?" He asked while eyeing her up and down. "She doesn't have anywhere to go so I thought she could stay in our spare room." I told him. "Okay.. Well Mel and I are going out for lunch and I can't be late again, so I'll see you two later." He said as he picked up his keys and ran out the door.

"My name is Stella." I heard her say from behind me. "I'm 18 and I used to live in Portland, Oregon." I turned around and stared at her. I must've stared for a long time, because suddenly she waved her hand in front of my face. "Oh... uhh sorry.. I'll show you your room." I turned around and mentally face palmed. I was such an idiot.

We walked down the hall and into the room. It was full of props and random stuff but it could work. I tossed her bag on the bed and started cleaning the room, I turned around and saw her sleeves rolled halfway up her arms as she helped me clean the room. I saw them. Her scars.

Her scars. From cutting.

It really was her. The girl from my dreams. Stella... It had sounded beautiful on her lips and it sounded beautiful in my brain. I realized I was standing over her staring. Again. "Anthony are you okay?" She stood up and asked. "Yea, Stella I'll be in the living room, if you need anything just come and ask. Oh yeah, you can use that dresser." I said as I pointed towards the small dresser and walked out of the room.

Thanks for reading Chapter 1. Please review... I Love reviews. They make me happy!

-Gwen-