Chapter three! By the way, the comments about fanfiction and teenagers are not my personal views, it's only the character. I am not intending to insult anyone in any way, shape or form. Enjoy!

I know I'm not dreaming. Even my dreams don't end up like this.

I saw you today. On my way home from school. I'm sure.

I stand at my window, looking out over the street. And I see you again, just for a moment. Under a streetlight.

I'm not that scared. I'm excited. I always knew you had to be real. I could feel it, in my bones.

I tell my parents I think I saw you. They look at me strangely, then say, Honey, we think you've been reading too many of those scary stories. You know they aren't real.

It's the same. It's always the same. Parents never believe their children, when we have much clearer eyesight then they do. There's a reason children are the ones who see things.

I wonder what happens next. Maybe I will die soon. I'm not scared of death, otherwise do you think I would have two near misses with suicide to my name? But, maybe I won't. Maybe it was a coincidence.

Fanfiction always says you are nice and sweet and good once someone gets to know you. I'm amused when they say that. You are a killer, do they really think they would be welcomed with open arms?

Teenagers can be so strange. We think we can save murderers, that we can save people from the darkness. I'm not religious, but I'm fairly certain the power to redeem is reserved for God and yourself. Though I'd like to think different.

I wonder if you will show up again. Tonight, I make sure to lock my windows and door. I come downstairs after my parents go to bed and lock all the others, too. If you are around and hunting me, you'll find I am not so easy to catch.

The kids at school tell me I'm crazy. The counselors say I'm troubled. Is that another word for crazy? I know I'm paranoid and sad, I know I like the dark too much, but am I crazy?

I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy.

I'm just me. Just frozen, quiet me. Locked in ice, waiting to melt. One day. One day, maybe.

Will you be the one to thaw me?