When I wake up I immediately rush into my bedroom. The bed is empty and the sheets are neatly folded. 'Was it all a dream?'

I walk back into the kitchen and turn on the stove. I put on the kettle and prepare to make myself some bacon and eggs. It's a Saturday so that means no work. I pull out the egg carton and the small package of bacon. I set them out on the counter and walk over to my window. I open the shades and look out into the forest. I almost fall over in shock.

Outside Jay holds up his camera and walks around. His lips move but I can't make out what he's saying. I'm not very good at lip reading. I groan and walk back over to the counter and peel open the bacon package. I then proceed to dump out the contents onto a pan. I crack open the eggs and drizzle them out onto a different pan. I sigh and move the bacon ever so slightly with a spatula.

I jump when the door opens.

"Oh, sorry." Jay apologizes.

I turn and give a little smile. "You're fine."

"You making breakfast?" he asks nodding to the stove.

I nod and continue to poke at the food. An uncomfortable silence settles around us and I begin to feel nauseous.

"Um, so how did you sleep?" I ask attempting to make a conversation.

"Good, really good. How about you?"

I turn and realize that he has his camera pointed at me. I blush and turn back around.

"Quite well, thank you." I say. "The food'll be done in a minute or so. You can sit at the table and watch T.V. or something until then."

He nods and walks into the living room. I mumble a few curses and rub my arm. It got really cold in here. After the eggs calm their popping I split them in half and set them onto two separate plates. I then pick up the bacon with the spatula and put two on each plate. I pick up the platters and bring them over to the table. I set the plate with the larger serving in front of Jay.

"Here you go." I say softly.

I grab some silverware and place them out on the table.

"Thank you." Jay says.

We eat in silence. I finish my food first and get up to set it in the sink.

"Um, I'm going to have to leave after this." Jay says.

I turn and smile. "Okay. Be safe alright?"

He nods and gets up to set his plate in the sink. "Thanks again."

"You're welcome." I say.

Jay waves and exits the house. I watch after him, desperately wanting him to stay. He's the first friend I've made since I moved out into the woods. I sigh and look back down at the sink. Suddenly I hear a scream and I jump, startled. I rush outside and see Jay being tackled by a masked figure. Masky!

I run down the steps in my bare feet and try to push him off of Jay. He grabs onto my arm and twists it. I cry out and attempt to bite his arm. He throws me to the ground and jumps on top of me and raises his hand. I scream when I see him clutching a sharp looking rock.

"Jay!" I scream "Help me!"

Jay tackles Masky and I roll over and rush to my truck, opening the door. I pull out the shotgun I keep under the seat and grab for some bullets. I push one of the shells into the gun and point it at the two struggling men.

"Hey!" I shout making them look up "Get off of him you little shit."

I aim the gun straight at Masky's head. He jumps up and rushes into the woods. I want to pull the trigger but I remember that Tim was one of Jay's friends. I lower the gun when I see him disappear.

"You alright?" I ask Jay.

He nods and staggers to his feet. "We have to get out of here."

I look at him. "We? No, no, no. I'm sorry. I don't plan on leaving any time soon."

"You don't understand," Jay says getting closer to me "You know what's going on. He'll come after you too."

"Then I'll be ready for him." I say walking back to my house.

"He'll kill you!" Jay shouts.

I stagger and grasp onto my scarred shoulder. Can I really risk it? I turn towards Jay and sigh.

"Can you wait for a little bit while I go get ready?"