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She woke up with a scream. A scream so loud and so horrifying, it could make every single person in Beacon Hills deaf.
Her eyes snapped open. She was alone in her room. Her dark dark room. Teasing her with every possibility of what could be hiding right in front of her. And something was hiding. Someone was hiding.
Right beside her bed, crouching in a predatory stance.
She couldn't see them but she suddenly knew. She knew. She knew there were two people breathing in her room. One of them belonged to her, the other belonged to the unknown intruder.
She could feel the intruders cool breath on her hand at the edge of the bed, slowly going farther up. Crawling up her arm, to her neck, and lastly her face. It was then she could see the silhouette of man.
She knew him, or at least she felt she did, but she was wrong. The man standing over her is a cold blooded killer, who loves mischief, and would love to kill her in the most painful way possible, simply to torture the boy who loved her more than anything.
He crawled on top of her, grabbing her wrists as gently as possible.
She couldn't move. She wouldn't move. She was to mesmerized by the familiar man in her room.
She never considered that he was here to kill her, her head was silent for the first time in forever. Her mind was silent when he pulled out a knife from behind his back, the tip resting against her cheek. Her mind was silent when she felt her own blood slowly fall behind her face. Her mind was silent when she finally saw his face. Her mind was silent when the boy she loves, Stiles, slowly pushed the knife into her chest.
She woke up screaming.