The drive home isn't a silent one. My mind is buzzing with thoughts and emotions and in an attempt to drown myself out I turn up the radio. It's louder then I usually care to have it but desperate times call for desperate measures. The light turns red and I slow down to a full stop. I take a deep breath in and let it out through my nose. I can feel my shoulders relax and my head clear. I slump down in my seat a bit letting my body droop and get comfy. I start to sing and tap my fingers to the beat of the song. However all of this peace is quickly replaced with suspicion. I look to my left and scrunch my brows together. I sit up straight in my seat to try and get a better look at the man standing at the cross walk. Now I'm not saying I've met every person in this town but I know he's not from around here. There's something in the way he stands and taps his boot clad foot that is throwing me for a loop. He's dressed in all black from his hat to his shoes. It seems he's a big fan of the leather look. His trench coats just barely touches the ground and his dark curly hair just touches his shoulder. His hair and his beard are the same dark chestnut colour and blend in with each other. It however doesn't look like he's just rolled out of bed. He looks well groomed. His eyes lock with mine and I look away immediately and look straight ahead. The light changes to green and I go as fast as I can within the speed limit. I felt his eyes in my soul, in my heart, in my brain. I felt him looking at me in my most intimate of places and it made my blood run cold.

I sit in my room on my computer and rub my hands together. I can feel my wet hair slowly drip down my back, making my tank top a little damp. Which was less then desireabe but it happened more often then not and I just couldn't bring my self to care. I pull it up into a bun and wipe off the excess water with my towel before I open up google. I try to find what the probability would be for people having the same exact eye colour. Related or otherwise, but I can't find anything that suggests its impossible. However it still bugs me to no end. It's not like they all have your standard brown eyes or a variant of brown, like hazel. No, the Culllen's all have the same bright honey coloured iris's and the fact that it's just a coincidence just doesn't sit right with me. I close down my computer and look at the watch on my wrist and frown. Mike was supposed to be here an hour ago. I check my phone for a missed call or text but there's nothing from him. I call his cell and get his answering machine; it must be that football practice is running late or something. I walk downstairs and find Sue standing in the kitchen putting down a casserole on the table.

" Hey Sue" I greet smiling. She waves a hand behind her back and disappears deeper into the kitchen.

" Did you make this?" I ask

" Nope." her voice sings out.

" oh, Leah then?" I say confused.

" Nope, Wrong again" she laughs.

" Who then" I cry out.

" Seth, wanted to make you a Casserole" she says looking at me from the corner of her eye.

" Well okay then. I'll call him and say thank you" I say looking at her with a bit of concern after eyeing the dish once more. I pick up the landline that sits on the kitchen wall and dial the familiar house number. It' rings once, twice and on the third it picks up.

" Hello, Leah Clearwater speaking" she introduces.

" Hey my dude. Is your brother home" I ask she laughs and calls for him.

I can hear Harry yelling at him for running in the house.

" Hello, Seth Speaking" He says out of breath.

" Hey it's me. Thanks for the casserole. It was very thoughtful of you" I thank him with a smile on my face.

I can hear the familiar sound of wheels crunching up the gravel in the front yard.

" Yea, mom and Leah helped me with it." He says bashfully.

" Oh it's great, I love it" I lie.

" Really! Wow that's great!" his voice goes up an octave and cracks a bit but I pretend like I didn't hear it.

" I've gotta go though. I think Mikes here to study" I explain.

" Okay! See ya Smarty" he hangs up the phone and I smile at the nickname my Sister had given to me. Sue looks at me and smiles a warm smile that I wish my own mother would give me.

" You have to eat it now" she says with finality.

" I was planning on it" I sass back.

The door opens and closes. Sue and I look at each other for a second before a wet and tired looking Mike comes into the kitchen.

" Have you ever heard of knocking" I quip out.

" Have you ever head of locking you door. There's some real creeps out there" he bites back with a pleased look on his face.

" Oh, believe me I am aware. There's one in here right now" I laugh out.

Mike gasps and covers Sues ears.

" Don't talk about Sue like that. Have you no shame" he beams at me.

" I'm not helping you study. You're mean!" I exclaim.

" Oh, fair maiden please, excuse my foul tongue" he bows his head. Sue and I laugh.

" Alright village idiot. I forgive you" I curtsey he scoffs and grumbles underneath his breath.

We walk into the living room where I've already set everything up.

" So what do you need help with?" I ask looking at the blonde he sighs and looks around at all of his different text books and then looks at me panic stricken.

" Everything"

Sue had left not long after we had started studying saying that she was just here to make sure I was home okay. My dad was the chief of police and that meant I had a near constant supply of pepper spray and people at my house making sure I wasn't choking on spit or something. They always had some sort of wishy washy, see through excuse as to why they were at my house. When Billy Black and his son Jacob came over it was to visit the new flat screen. Although I'm not entirely sure they were lying about coming to check in on the TV set. However I was old enough to drive so it was still a little annoying that I had to have babysitters. My dad called me around 11 and then asked me why I was still awake and not sleeping. I rolled my eyes most of that conversation and then told him I was going to bed right after we stopped talking. Which wasn't at all true. It was now one in the morning and I was on google again looking for anything about eye colours and their exact science. Again I was met with disappointment and frustration. Scientist have no damn clue, and now neither do I. My curious mind needed answers and it needed them now.

...

I am outside in the middle of the street in my Pajamas. I don't have my shoes or my jacket on which strikes me as odd because there's heavy blanket of snow that covers the earth around me. I don't remember snow being on the forecast but I also don't remember leaving my bed or the house. I have this feeling in my body and in my bones that is telling me to walk forward. I try to resist the urge though, I want to go back into the house and change because I'm only in one of my fathers old police academy shirts. Everything in me is telling me to go and I've never been one to not trust my gut.

The snow lightly crunches underneath my feet. It's not even really a crunch, it's like a soft padding that wraps everything in its noise. I'm walking towards the forrest that sits right behind the elementary school that most of this town has been to. A part of me is telling me that I need to go home, that I need to put on shoes, and pants, and a jacket. But the instinct part of me, the raw animalistic part of me that is pulling me forward is clouding my thoughts, my judgements.

I can feel twigs, leaves, and the rough forrest floor scratching on the pads of my feet, but I don't care. I don't care about the snow, the cold, or the pain. Nothing matters to me right now as I walk to my unknown destination. It's pitch black but I can see as if it was day out. I crawl under logs that were once big trees that stood tall and proud but have since been knocked over by the wind. I crawl over rocks that were probably left by some glacier, or t were uncovered from the earth by some river that used to rush through here. Who knows, I certainly don't, which I am okay with. I can feel branches grab at my hair, I can feel leaves and mud stuck to my knees and shins. I feel the sting of scratches on my palms but I still walk. It's like where I'm going has been ingrained into the fiber of my being. Like when animals go home to lay eggs or fly south. It's a place they all know with every inch of their soul.

I come out of the forest and find that there are two path ways to choose. It's a fork in the road and I don't even pick, I just walk, and walk, and walk. Till I'm in another forest, but I know this one and to be honest I can't quite call it a forest. It's just a heavily wooded park, there's a few houses that line it, but no one lives in them anymore. The city had condemned them years ago. The lamp lights emit a warm light that dances on the snow. I can see properly now and I begin to walk through the park. The smooth, cold, pavement feels nice on my tattered toes. Someone had been hear recently shoveling the snow off of the path way and sprinkling salt to ward off ice. I follow the pathway and my foot collides and catches on something big. I fall forward towards the ground. I land hard and turn my head to see what I've tripped on. I wish I hadn't looked. In fact I wish I hadn't of listened to my gut. I wish so many things as I stare at what used to be a human being. Her clothes are torn and ripped. Her legs are splayed at an unhuman angle, her arms lay outstretched like broken angel wings. I take in every part of her and I can feel the cold air hit my body now. I feel the unrelenting sting of being frozen hit my toes, my arms, my fingers. I feel my flesh being torn open, I feel my legs breaking and my arms being sucked into the earth. My eyes are locked with hers and I can't help but scream and struggle against my attacker. I gulp down air, as I stare at the way her eyes are black with death, the way her neck has been ripped open savagely as if she was nothing. I feel, a pair of cold hard lips on my neck and I shriek in terror. Their marble like lips caress my neck so delicately that I start to think whoever is there is now saving me. That sense of safety shatter in an instant as their teeth sink so deep into my body that my shrieks turn into bloodied gurgles.

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I sit up in bed, the window I left open a tad bit for air flow has been knocked open. My room was now freezing cold but I couldn't bring myself to leave the confines of my bed. I was afraid to look outside and see what kind of whether was going to greet me. My shaky hand reaches over to turn on my lamp and the fear that grips my heart isn't as bad as it used to be. The sweat pouring down my body is making me sticky and honestly colder since the blankets are pooled around my waist now. My pillows are wet with my tears and I take a deep breath in to calm down my rattles nerves.

It wasn't like dreams could come true or anything so I muster up the courage to put on my bunny slippers and go close my window. I look out and see that it was still lightly raining outside. The sky was a weird grey purple mix from the navy blue of the night sky mixing with the grey hue of the rain clouds. I take a deep breath in and return to my bed.

I sigh and make my way over to the bathroom grabbing a new shirt and some sweats from my dresser. I walk intto the bathroom and attempt to shower off this horrid night. I look at the clock and sigh, it's only five in the morning. I don't have to be up till 12 to get to cheer practice. However I seriously doubt I'll be getting anymore sleep till tonight and even then. Who knows.