The words didn't really seem to sink in. They just floated there before her eyes, her brain not taking anything in, she was too scared to move. What if some murderer was in her room, holding a knife about to take her life away? What if it was someone hear to kidnap her.
And was it just her or was the room suddenly freezing.
Her teeth were chattering. And the window was closed. She mentally shook her head. Whoever was in her room was turning her insane. She watched as the hair on her arms stood on end, caused by little goosebumps that rose. Okay, it was definitely getting colder in here.
She kept her gaze on the two words written on the window, in frost. Who in the hell writes in frost? Whoever this murderer was, they were gifted with frost.
She let a shaky breath, squeezing her eyes shut. She clenched her fists together and slowly turned a little to the left, then another bit, then another. She stopped when facing the complete opposite direction she was just in, eyes still shut tightly. She unclenched her fists.
Okay, she hadn't been violently stabbed yet, this was going well.
She let out another breath, trying to gain some confidence, before instantly opening her eyes. She visibly relaxed. Nobody was there.
She rolled her eyes at the empty space. How in the hell could somebody have gotten into her room? The thought was ridiculous.
She would defiantly have to give Jasmine a piece of her mind about scaring the living day lights out of her. Pretending to be a creeper, how low could she get?
She glanced at the window again to see the message was gone.
Or maybe she imagined it...
She was lacking sleep from the crazy dreams she'd been having. Sleep. That's what she needed. And then everything would be back to normal in the morning. Yeah, normal.
What was he getting himself into? This was bad. Very bad. He was getting in over his head.
But, she could see him. He swore of it. She looked right at him, right in his eyes. He felt it. But then she just looked away, like it was nothing. Like she couldn't see him. That's what made him doubt. That's what made him follow her, craving her eyes to meet with his again. Nobody had ever seen him before. There were times when he thought someone had seen him, times when he tried talking to people, but it always ended in disappointment. Always. And that's why something in the back of his mind was screaming at him to just give up, turn around and walk away from the strange girl. But he couldn't there was...something, something about the way she walked with her head down, the way her arms swung childishly as she walked, the way there was a slight spring in her step and how she looked so broken. The way she kicked the snow and mumbled under breath, turning down a snowball fight. Who does that?!
He had to figure her out. Some way. But to do that he had to get her to believe. Which was going to be difficult. Since he'd been trying to get people to believe for over 300 years and all plans failed, it seemed pretty hopeless.
He tried talking to her. He tried getting her attention, probably looking like an idiot waving his hands right in front of her face. He tried copy that little heart shape she drew, that was when he thought he'd finally done it. Because again, she looked right at him. But no avail, she didn't see. He was almost down to actually giving up...almost. He had one more trick up his sleeve.
He looked around the girl's room, looking at every detail in there. It was a small room. The walls were bare, only painted in a light shade of blue. A small bed in the corner of the room, a desk next to it. He remembered her taking a book out of her pillow. Not that he watched her a lot. Only for the past few days.
She didn't really have to normal bedroom of a 15-year-old girl, it looked bland, and boring. From what he'd seen, teenage girls rooms were normally covered in posters, pictures and other things. But the walls of this room were completely bare.
His eyes widened as the sound of footsteps came from the stairs. He quickly raced to the window, taking a finger and writing quickly but carefully 'turn around'. Before he raced to the door and hid behind it as it opened slowly. He waited for any movement, swallowing when he watched as she walked slowly towards her bed. He almost screamed in annoyance when she didn't notice his sign, but she stopped in mid-air, looking towards the window. She stood up straight. Her body completely still. She stood there for a few moments, he watched as she began to shiver slightly.
He waited a little more until she began turning around slowly. He patiently waited until she was completely around. Her eyes were shut tightly. Her hands began to loosen up as her eyes spanned open. He felt himself stiffen lightly.
She looked at him, right at him.
She could see him!
She then, rolled her eyes, turning away. He felt his mouth drop open, and it didn't work. He flew to the window again, wiping off the message just as she turned back to the window. She sighed and collapsed onto her bed, shutting her eyes. A couple of minutes later her breathing settled.
"Goodnight Alessia, I love you" her mother soothed.
"Mommy tell me about Jack Frost! Please Mommy!" the 5-year-old begged.
The woman rolled her eyes, her face becoming distressed. "No Alessia, go to sleep!"
Alessia pouted. "Please Mommy!" she begged, tears filling her eyes. The woman stood up from the bed.
"I said no Alessia! God, why do you have to be so annoying? When I say no it means no so don't ask me again!" she yelled, getting redder and redder.
Alessia let the tears fall down her face. "I-I'm sorry Mommy!" she stammered, earning a death glare.
"Stop being so whiny! What have I told you about being whiny?!" she screamed, holding up an arm to her daughter.
Alessia felt herself stiffen at the movement. She felt a sharp stinging sensation on her cheek. She let out a strangled sob, more tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
Her mother had never hit her before.
"Now look what you made me do!" her mother screamed. She watched as her mother began screaming abusive words at her. She sat there as she began to disappear into black smoke, the room becoming dark as well.
"No! Mommy don't leave! I'm sorry" she yelled at the pile of clothes that laid in her mother's place.
The room was almost dark.
She began sobbing uncontrollably, hiding under her covers. She closed her eyes, trying to escape. She let out a scream as the covers began to shake.
The covers were ripped from her, reviling her mother again.
Alessia sat up straight, holding onto her chest as she felt cold sweat running down her face. Her breathing came out muffled and shaky.
"It was just a dream, just a dream" she whispered quietly to herself. She rubbed her arms to keep warm.
It felt so real. So god damn real. It was almost like a memory. Or that she was actually living it, but her mom and dad were dead, and they defiantly did not hit her. Especially over something as stupid as a child's story. No, it was just another dream.
She managed to calm herself down, the room becoming deadly quiet. Her head shot up at the sound of her door squeezing.
Her eyes widened and she jumped off the bed instantly.
She had to be dreaming still. She just had to be. This couldn't be real.
It was snowing inside her room. Inside. And snow. Maybe she was going insane.
Her eyes traveled to the open door. She stepped back as her eyes landed on a teenage boy, around her age, standing there staring straight at her.
She blinked rapidly before speaking up. "Ho-ly shit."
Sorry this chapters a little short and uninteresting. The next chapter is a lot better :)
