I feel the high back of the chair I'm sitting on and then the light touch of his hands upon my shoulders. Who's touching me? I'm suddenly awash with terror. Slipping his hands down my arms, leaving a blazing trail of fire, he whispers, "I will see you soon my dear."

Sudden as they came the hands vanish only to appear seconds later on my chin and the crown of my head. Before they twisted I knew what was coming. Helpless I scream as he kills me.

I sit up drenched with my own sweat sitting and breathing heavily on my bed, awakened by my own scream.

I fall back onto my pillows and take several deep breaths. Then I look over at my alarm clock and see it's three in the morning.

Getting up I walk shakily over to my dresser and stare at my reflection in the mirror. Looking back at me was a bed-ragged girl with huge dark purple eyes and a tangled mess of black curls. Grabbing my brush I slowly start to drag it through my hair.

Glancing at my clock I realize that its only 3 o'clock in the morning and sigh. There was no way I was going to fall back asleep. Looking around my little basement room I feel an emotion I hadn't felt in a long time. I knew it was ridiculous, but I was scared.

Shaking my head and looking down I whisper, "Just a dream." Somehow I didn't believe myself. Maybe it was the tremor in my voice. Nah.

The sound of a timid knock reached my ears and even that made me jump as if a gunshot had sounded.

Heart pounding I walk to the bottom of the wooden stairs that led to the door. "Who is it?"

"It's Jamie. Serenity, are you okay? I heard you okay? I heard you scream."

Blowing out a breath I tilt my head back. Of course she would have heard. Her bedroom was right above mine.

"I'm fine. Coming down?"

Opening the door Jaime stumbled down the steps. She had never been exactly well balanced.

Jamie was a few inches shorter than me and a few pounds heavier, but in her own way she was beautiful. She had rich chestnut hair that hung to her shoulders and dark brown eyes. Jamie also had a way about her that made everyone feel loved. No one could hate her.

Taking my hand she tugs me back to the bed and makes me sit next to her. Laying down with her legs dangling over the side over my queen sized bed she idly swings her legs and strokes my light blue comforter. "Were you dreaming about your parents?"

My parents had died awhile ago, but not long enough for me to forget. Closing my eyes I try to push the image of my parents lying dead and gutted on the living room floor. I had found them after school one day.

Gritting my teeth I ground out, "No, I wasn't."

"Well... then what happened?"

"I don't remember. Lets just go back to bed." I really didn't want to relate the dream to anyone right now.

"I guess its for the best. We have school tomorrow remember?" Giddy she sits up and bounces.

"Ugh!" Throwing myself back I listen to Jamie giggle and let myself smile.

This year can't be as bad as my sophmore year.

Now I know this was short and cyptic, but... I will get better! Swear! R&R, please!