The light hit me, I opened my eyes blinking furiously. I thought I closed the blinds last night... Then I realized it wasn't the sun... I smelled smoke, seeing flames burning the walls around me. I jumped up, Jamie was gone. He wasn't next to me like he usually is. I felt like I was going to faint, I couldn't take the heat! I stumbled over to the door, coughing. The smoke filled the room, I tugged at the door finally opening it. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I wanted to call for Jamie, Emily, and Charlie to make sure they were okay. I walked down the hallway, Emily and Charlie's doors were open, but no kids inside.

I almost tripped, going down the stairs. My vision was watery with tears from the smoke. I got to the bottom of the steps, and almost fell backwards. Emily stood in front of me, engulfed in flames her eyes gouged and bloody. Her mouth opened, a whine came out, a whisper, a cry for help, I couldn't make out the words. I stumbled and tripped, falling past her. I stood up slowly, coughing. She came closer, and grabbed my nightgown which caught on fire, I stepped back and bumped into someone, turning around. It was Charlie, he had a small hole in his head, blood flowing from it like he'd been shot. He had cuts and bruises, and held a knife in his hand. He too tried to speak, raising the knife and plunging it into my leg. I toppled over as my nightgown was burning, blood now running down the sides of my leg.

"What-" I coughed, spitting up blood. I heard a laugh, a horrible laugh. I saw a shadowy figure in the corner, My vision turning red as Charlie repeatedly stabbed me. "Remember me?" The voice laughed as I lost consciences. I knew that laugh, that voice, my nightmares, my greatest fears. It was...Pitch.

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I sat up, got off the bed and ran into the bathroom throwing up. I wiped my mouth, and walked back into the bedroom. Jamie stared at me worried. "Are you okay?" He asked. I stumbled over to the bed and sat down, coughing.
"What time is it?" I covered my mouth, feeling like I was going to throw up again.
"Nine o' clock" He put his hand on my shoulder, I pulled away shivering. I looked at the ground, my head was spinning. "I had a bad dream..." I stood up off the bed, and dug through my closet. I pulled out jeans, and a shirt quickly getting dressed.

I walked out of the room without saying another thing to Jamie, and walked into Charlie's room. Sleeping silently, good. I turned to Emily's room and stopped dead in my tracks. "Precious, isn't she?" It was Pitch, grinning like he was her uncle or something...He was standing over her bed, staring at her. "Get out!" I growled. "I'm only here because she can see me" He smiled, placing his hand on Emily's head, as she squirmed having a bad dream. I had enough!

"Get off of her NOW!" I jumped at him, he disappeared as I slammed into the wall, groaning in pain. He reappeared in the doorway. "Don't waste your strength, I'm too fast for you. You've grown too old for this game!" He laughs.
"I'm going to kill you, when I get a hold of you!" I tried standing up, but I fall back down, my leg hurt too much. He held his hand out getting ready to blast me with black sand, that would kill me. I closed my eyes, getting ready for it not being able to stop it. I felt a cold blast of air, opening my eyes slightly seeing snowflakes in my lap. I opened my eyes all the way, it was my dad. I couldn't believe it, I haven't seen him since I was fifteen.

"Leave, now!" My dad motioned to the door, Pitch put his hands up, and disappeared. My leg hurt so bad, I might have to go to the hospital. I groaned, again trying to get up. "Thanks..." I said.
"I wouldn't let him kill you." He kneeled down next to me, smiling.
"My leg." I tried to move it, but couldn't. The pain was too bad, it hurt too much, I think it's broken... "Don't worry about that." He touched his staff to my leg instantly making it one hundred percent better. I moved my leg and stood up. "Thanks." I looked up, but he was gone.

After Emily and Charlie woke up, we all ate breakfast together, I didn't tell them about Pitch. They wouldn't believe me... We ate in silence, since we have nothing to talk about in the morning. I fed Bella after we ate, because she kept whining and barking at me. "Mommy?" Emily tugged on my shirt, I turned to look at her.
"Yes honey." I replied.
"There's a strange man in our living room." she said. I turned around, Jamie and Charlie sat on the couch watching TV, nothing unusual about that. "There isn't anyone there." I shook my head. "Yes there is! He's got a hole in his head, with blood around it." She pointed to the living room, I looked again. Nothing there, was Pitch playing with her mind? No, I would be able to see what he was doing.

"Sweetie, there isn't anyone there!" I tried to convince her, but she glanced into the living room. "He needs help mom, I think he wants to go to heaven." She looked up at me with those eyes, those innocent eyes. Was my daughter crazy? It seemed so, I didn't know what to do, kids are supposed to have a wild imagination but this is too far for her! "No one is there!" I put my hands on my hips. "You're scaring me Emily, no one is there!" My voice got louder, I was almost yelling at her.

"Forget it!" Tears filled her eyes as she ran upstairs, I heard a door slam. Did I really just scream at her, was I really that harsh? I sighed, Jamie and Charlie were staring at me. I threw my arms up in defeat, "I give up!" I yelled, walking into the living room and plopping down on the couch. "What are you looking at?!" I snapped at Jamie.

Emily's POV-

Why does my mother always insist on being right? I saw him, He was right there. Asking for help, I told my mom but she doesn't believe me...She can be so mean sometimes...

"Maybe you should do something about it."

I looked up, a girl a few years older than me floated in the air, her neck was sliced. Dried blood coated her dress, her eyes were jet black, her wrists had a bunch of cut marks on it. She never told me her name, but she hangs around and likes to talk to me, since apparently I'm the only one who can see her. "Like what?" I looked down.

"I solve my problems with violence..."

"And look where that got you." I pointed out, kicking my feet back against my bed. I wanted to cry, I didn't ask to see these things...dead people, I didn't ask for that. I was born with it, they follow me. Drawn to me like a bug zapper. Why couldn't I be normal? That would be fantastic. Live a normal life, not getting dirty looks every day because I talk to something that really isn't there... I see it, I wish other people did.

"Do you want a knife?"

"For what?" I asked. She didn't reply, It seemed she thought I knew the answer to that question. I'm only eight years old, I don't know everything!

"So you can cut yourself."

Her tone was deep, serious, a little sarcastic with attitude. I shook my head, hugging my knees to my chest. Why would I want to do that? Hurt myself for no reason, that's stupid. She shrugged and floated through the wall, leaving me without an answer to the questions in my head. My head hurt, I was tired. Too anxious to take a nap. What was I going to do? My family hates me...