Prolouge
She never felt so scared in her entire life. She could feel death in every fiber of her being and the urgency to get out of here right down to her bone. Sia's heart raced, 'ba boom, ba boom, ba boom.' ringing in her ears like a drummers beat. "You can run, but you can't hide." her monster taunted her as she cowered in the shadows. How she got here, she did not know, what she did was, he was going to kill her and she would never see her brother again.
Pat, dear loving Pat. He tried to warn her she was getting herself into trouble she wasn't going to get herself out of. But Sia didn't listen, and now she is at the hand of the demon. Her demon, with green eyes that match the first leaves of spring, with the light tred that no one heard until it was too late.
"Gotcha!" He grabs Sia by the back of the neck, and a blood-curtling scream that nobody would hear rings throughout the night.
