It Was You

The First Appearance of Him

It's scorching hot and everywhere I can only see burning flames. I can't breathe. Dad, Mum where are you? I hear a deafening wail. I realised it was her. 'Mum!' But she's bleeding sorely and her face was stuck with deep sorrow, tears running rapidly down in streams. 

She picked me up...there was no trace of father. I was secure in my mum's arms as she tried to escape from that perilous presence. As she was sprinting, my mum halted abruptly making my head jolt in agony and I felt us falling-

It was all an unbelievable nightmare.
My heart was pounding rapidly and I was frozen with fear, unable to even utter a word or move. A fragment of my memory. I looked around. 

It was only an illusion. Thank God. 

 It was still night - everyone was asleep and I could almost see the dark shadows lurking out in the city through my large window.

It was a warm night in April, my only accompanies: the radiant moon, a collection of glittering stars and the mystical night concealing many dark mysteries no one will ever unmask. The dreadful nightmares continue to haunt me trying to convey a confusing code that I can't decipher.

 I don't know how it feels like to have friends because I've never been let out there; the existence of the outside world can only be imagined in my dreams. I don't reminisce anything in relation to my childhood. Sometimes I feel as though my family have been cloaking eminent secrets awaiting its acknowledgement.

Admiring the night is the only charm I possess; it's beautiful. 

Just then out of the corner of my eye I notice something prowling out there. A black silhouette. His slender figure could undeniably be seen and he displayed darkness. On a mission. I felt a cold chill run through my spine. Bang! I locked the window and drew the long elegant curtains as my hands begun shaking briskly; he was dangerous and for a faint moment I felt as though his gaze was locked on me...