I can't sleep. I dangle my feet out of the open window of my bedroom, staring at the full moon. A small creak comes from the hallway,and I make a mad dash for bed, closing my eyes just before my mother opens the door. She closes the window and gives me a kiss on the forehead. "Laylee, qiut sitting on the windowsill, it's dangerous." She whispers, and I tense up. So much for a secret. A wave of exhaustion rolls over me, and I drift off to sleep, the clock reading 12:32am.
I dream I am locked in a room made entirely of glass, and people I do not see are throwing rocks at me, small and large. Big portions of the room shatter, while others make incessant tapping noises. Incessant… tapping…
2:07am. I am startled awake by small stones hitting my now closed window. I wasn't expecting anyone. I open it up and loud-whisper down "What?"
I don't need to loud-whisper. In a moment someone climbed up the drain pipe and hopped on the ledge. "Keep your voice down. Are you Kaylee Connor?"
"Yeah," I mumbled while rubbing sleep from my eyes.
"Mother's name?" Was this boy some kind of stalker?
"Faith." I blurted before I had the mind to come up with a fake name.
"My name is Ryan. Come with me."
I plant my feet on the ground and raise my eyebrow, though he probably can't see me that well. "And how do you expect me to get down?"
Ryan dissapeared for a moment as he jumped up to the top ledge of the roof. He stood in a skateboard stance and began sliding down the smooth shingles. once almost off the edge, Ryan gave a leap and landed swiftly on the grass. "Like that."
"Ummm..." I climbed onto the ledge, and gripped the drain pipe for dear life, shimmying down most un-gracefully. Ryan laughed softly. I could see him better in the streetlights. He had semi-long chocolate brown hair and deep blue eyes. "Where exactly are we going?"
"The House," Oooooh, mysterious.