"Ah" It was bright and my eyes were dry and saw. Every part of my body was aching. I had to think for a second.

I remembered the stalker, and the wolves. I swore none of that was a dream. No, it was defiantly real. I went through last night's ordeal in my head.

Sarah

I opened my eyes and as the bright red film that had covered them retreated, tears began to form and an ache in my chest made me breathless.

"Oh good you're awake!" A soft voice exclaimed. It didn't heal my loss.

I sat up, feeling as though I hadn't slept so long in years. It was probably true, I did suffer from insomnia.

I blinked a few times, clearing my sleepy tear stricken eyes.

"Where am I?" I croaked, the lump in my throat was aching dully. I shielded the light from my eyes with my hand to get a better look at the room.

It was small, white wash walls, with a bright window to my left.

I focused on the figure to my right. She sat on a low wooden chair near the foot end of the bed. Long brown hair trailed down past her shoulders, and one side of her once beautiful face, was a scarred mess. I waited for my answer.

"You're in my house. My names Emily and I live in La Push." She smiled kindly at me.

La Push? Did I really run all the way here?

"Where's Sarah? And that bitch who bit her!" I blurted out, scrambling to sit up properly and get a better view. Though I already new it was too late for Sarah.

"Sarah? We only found you, I'm sorry. Can you tell me what happened?"

"But where is she? It's all my fault, I should have done something, but I was too weak!" My breathing became frantic and I hurried through what had happened, hoping Emily would help me make sense of things.

I steadied my voiced and closed my eyes.

"We were walking back to our motel in Forks, it was about 10pm, and this thing, this woman she just appeared from nowhere. Jumped out on us, she bit Sarah. But I couldn't do anything; it was all so fast and…" My words became senseless mumbles as I bit town on my knuckles, eyes spilling over, rocking where I sat.

"Okay, well you're safe now, I'll do what I can to find your friend Sarah, okay?"

I opened my eyes and looked up at her.

"Safe, are you kidding me? This woman, she wasn't human! I'll never feel safe again. And it's too late for Sarah, there's no way she survived that, might as well check the paper and look for a murder victim" My voice increased in pitch at the last few words.

"I promise I'll do what I can to help" She replied.

She then changed the subject, trying to bring me back to reality.

"How about we fix you some breakfast? You have been asleep coming on 14 hours now; I'll bet you're hungry. And I still don't know your name!"

She smiled kindly at me from her chair and stepped up, placing an open hand in front of me. I took it and she helped pull me up. I stumbled for a second, and then regained my balance.

"I'm Mollie." I replied blankly.

I followed her as she led me through the bedroom door, into a hallway.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked her. Noticing I was wearing someone else's old black sweats.

"They're drying; they were pretty dirty when you arrived here so I washed them for you."

"Thank you." I said almost numbly.

I realised my appearance must be dismal. I felt my short black hair with my fingers and tried against all odds to pull the tangled mess into something more respectable.

Emily Guessed what I was doing "Don't worry about it; you can get cleaned up after breakie ok?" She smiled at me so warmly it made me feel completely welcome.

I followed her trustingly into the hallway, and through another door, diagonally opposite, into a light welcoming kitchen. In the centre of the room was a square wooden table. She gestured for me to sit down, so I let go of her hand and obeyed her.

"What would you like to eat then, how about pancakes?"

"Sure" I replied, still feeling numb.

After she fed me breakfast, she explained that her boyfriend, Sam, would be home soon with a few friends. She told me that Sam and his friends were the ones who had found me and carried me back. And that perhaps they'd be more help in figuring out what had happened to me last night.

She then led me to a bathroom situated next to my bedroom door, handing me a towel and presenting me with my fresh clean clothes.

"Use any of the shampoos and soaps, I don't mind, and the shower is pretty simple to understand." She handed me the clothes and then seemed to remember something.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot, Sam found a bag in the forest too, he guessed it was yours, though the straps broken. I guess it fell off, would you like me to fetch it?"

"Yes please." My wallet, passport and toiletries were in that bag. However it all seemed so trivial when I thought of Sarah. I felt a sharp pang on pain shoot through my chest, and tried to block the disturbing images from entering my mind.

As I showered I let myself cry silently, the water washing my tears away instantaneously. I washed myself vigorously, as though it might erase what had happened. I remembered an old disposable razor was in my bag, and decided that a shave might make me feel a little cleaner. I didn't want my legs uncomfortably bristly.

After my shower I dried and dressed myself, I stepped into my black jeans and buckled them up with my spiky belt, I then pulled on my favourite red t-shirt. I wiped down a steamy mirror and applied some basic make-up to hide my imperfect skin. I took a look at myself, observing that I looked no different since yesterday, when Sarah was still alive. I wished that the stranger had chosen me to die first, then maybe it'd be Sarah standing here, looking into the mirror. The only afflictions I had gained were a few cuts and grazes.

When I had finally exited the bathroom I could hear voices escaping from the half closed kitchen door. I guessed Sam and his friends had returned.

I slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside, shyly.