The night was dark. I was walking down the slick wet road, my shoulders hunched, my head down, shivering from the rain. I probably shouldn't have been walking home this late in the first place but I was coming home from my friend's house late and this was my only way of getting home.

My name is Saruwatari Saki but my friends usually just call me Saru. I had visited my friend for the last time before she moved. And now I have no friends.

My long hair was sending water down the back of my shirt which was making me even more cold and wet. A car sprinted past and happened to hit a water puddle, which sprayed water on me and now I was completely drenched. I groaned but kept walking. I ignored a heavy panting noise that was somewhere on the other side of the street to my left. I figured it was just some drunk that was smoking or something.

But then the breathing got right behind me and then goosebumps rose up on my neck. I started walking faster. Eventually it turned to sprinting and the minute I got to my house I unlocked the door and then slammed it behind me, locking it.

Living alone was probably not the best idea. But all my family was dead so there wasn't anything I could do about it.

I stood leaning against the door for a minute, panting hard. I then went and showered, changed into pajamas and went to bed.

When I got up in the morning for the first day of school, I realized I was running late. I flung myself onto the floor, ripped my uniform out of the closet and changed fast and grabbed my bag and sprinted out the door and ran all the way to the school building. When I got there I noticed a small group gathered outside and I realized I was still early. So with a sigh I tossed my bag onto a bench and sat down.

I tried to ignore the fact that the orange-headed guy standing in that group kept looking at me. Eventually I got up and moved to a different spot where he couldn't see me.

The bell rang in the nasally tone it did every day so I got up and walked over to the front doors, looking down at the ground when I passed the orange-head guy.

But when I got to the classroom and sat down, I noticed he was in my class and I moved to where I could see if he was staring at me or not. Luckily for me, his tall dark skinned friend seemed to be distracting him. But when class started, I noticed the guy looked at me again before turning his attention to the front. It was all the mandatory first day of school crap so I started doodling on my notebook, completely ignoring the teacher and the rest of the class all together. I didn't even notice when we got out for lunch.

When I did get up, I noticed that the orange headed guy was already gone. I let out a sigh of relief. All the staring he was doing had been making me uncomfortable. I walked out and then went outside to the tables but all the other students were crowding them. I walked over to an isolated spot close to where the balcony was on the roof of the school but on the ground and I started eating my lunch. When I looked up at one point, I noticed the orange head and his tall friend were up there. I quickly looked back down again so as to avoid his eyes.

It made me wonder why he kept staring at me. Was there something in my hair? It would be obvious to see considering how blonde it is. I pulled a mirror out of my bag and used my fingers to brush my hair out but there was nothing in it. I frowned but tucked my mirror back in my bag and kept eating. I wasn't really sure why he would stare at me.

Oh wait that's right. I'm the new girl-the freak. This is my first year at a different school. I transferred here after my parents died so that way it wouldn't matter if I lived alone or not. Apparently this school doesn't care. But the staring was making me really uncomfortable and I wished silently to myself that he'd stop.

I took a quick glance up and was confused when I didn't see the orange head up there. I jumped violently when I felt someone nudge my back and I turned around. I jumped violently again when I realized it was the orange head guy.

"Hi." He said. "You new to this school?"

I nod. "First year coming to this school. I transferred here after my parents died." I could feel my eyes misting up so I looked away.

He didn't say anything for a minute. "I'm-um-sorry about that."

I shrugged. "It happened this summer so it's not that-" I feel a tear roll down my face and I sighed. "Never mind."

I heard him start to walk. "Do you want space then?"

I shrugged and don't answer.

"You're welcome to come eat lunch with me and my friend's if you want." He paused. "My name is Ichigo by the way."

" Saruwatari Saki but my friends usually just call me Saru. Though I don't have any anymore."

I turned to look at him while saying that. He stood there silently for a moment, which was really awkward.

He finally said. "So do you want to come have lunch with me and my friends?"

I shook my head. "I'm fine."

He shrugged. "Alright but if you change your mind I'll be up there." He pointed.

I nodded and he walked off. I exhaled. It was really awkward for me to meet new people, especially someone who kept staring at me on and off.

That's when I heard that breathing noise again and I looked up.

I completely froze up in fear.

It was the monster that killed my family. I could see the bloodlust in it's eyes as it stared directly at me from a few yards away.

It was after me next.