I woke up with a jolt.
Goose bumps were raised on my neck. It felt as though someone had been breathing on my neck, the coolness tickling my neck.
Alarmed, I quickly rolled over to look around my room. But no one was there, except the faint breeze from the window that was ever so slightly open.
For the rest of the night I had lied in bed, thinking about the next day, or would I even be alive the next day.
As I lay there, my room pitch black, my skin started to crawl. I felt as though I was being watched. Every now and then I whipped my head up, back and forth, until I no longer had the energy to do so. But even then I turned it, left, right, continuously until I heard something click.
'We'll be watching you.' His cold breath burned my neck. His words echoed in my head. His dark eyes, following me whereever I went, wherever I looked, gazed. Looking at me as though...
"Sophie?" I heard my mum whisper as she opened my door breifly letting in the light from the hallway, I looked at my clock, bold green numbers glared at me, it was 6am.
I sat up slowly, resting on my elbows.
"Mum?" I whispered back, my voice hoarse.
"Your awake..." she spoke quietly as she stepped into my room, dodging the pile of clothes. She came and sat on my bed, as she sat down a small dip was felt in my bed. The familar scent of lavender soap washed over me and I breathed her in.
Her hair was pulled back, tassled, her eyes were wide but underneath I could make out dark rims from lack of sleep.
"I can't sleep," I whispered, hearing footsteps on the hallway my head quickly snapped towards the door. My pulse began to race.
My mum delicately rested her hand on my shoulder.
"Its just dad."
Relief washed through me, I relaxed back onto my elbows, deeply breathing in mums warm and sweet smell.
"Darling..." Mum spoke softly, almost humming, "She's going to be fine, she'll be home soon." mum began to delicately stroke my hair off my face. "Your all damp and sweaty," mum frowned, she turned and looked at the window, "Thats why. Lets open the window a bit more."
"No!" I shouted. Mum turned and looked at me startled. "I mean... not tonight, bugs keep flying in, is there a fan?" I waffled.
"I'll have a look," as she moved cautiously towards the door, I heard the footsteps once again. This time they were loud and heavy footed as they clambered along the corridor. They stopped outside my door, the shadow appearing underneath the frame.
I sat up frantically.
"No! No! Please!" I shouted.
The door opened wide and there stood a silhouette figure.
"No! No!" My voice turned into a frantic screech.
My mother ran over as did the figure.
As the figure moved over I began to lash out, clawing and hitting at him.
"Sophie! Sophie stop!" My mothers voice pleaded. As she and the figure began to grip my arms and force them down.
I continued to lash out.
"Sophie! Stop!" I heard a deep voice boom - my brothers voice. Stopping, I felt exhaustion take over my body, leaning into my mum, uncontrollable sobs broke out of me.
Clutching onto my mothers dressing gown, my brother stared wide eyed at me.
"Go get the fan." My mother told me brother sternly as she began to stroke my hair. Her hand shaking as she lifted it.
Thats when we could hear the low voices whispering outside. My fathers voice rose ever so slightly.
"What happened? Why was she screaming?"
"I.. I.." My brother stuttered.
"Stay here darling," my mother spoke quietly as she kissed my forehead and slowly walked out the room. I stared at the closed door, imaging I could see them.
"I think its the stress...and shock."
"But, she was acting so erractic," my brother argued.
"Has something else happened?"
"Shall we ask her?" I gulped loudly, my heart boomed at the thought of them asking me.
The door squeaked open ever so slightly.
"No, dont!" My mothers voice exclaimed in a whisper.
The door fell shut.
Suddenly, I felt a cold graze on my neck. My body froze.
Turning my eyes as far as I could, continuing to lay still, I saw dark red eyes gazing at me. The graze quickly turned into a sharp prick.
The eyes vanished, as did he, the prick left.
My scream shattered the night air.
I heard my family bolt in the door.
My hand flew to my neck, something wet touched my skin. A small drop of blood was sliding down my neck.
