Surreal

Dante

My eyes continue to grow with fear. The man standing at the foot of my bed does not move. The clouds move over the moon, and the light shining through my window now only shows the sillouette of the man. "W-who are you?" My lips tremble, along with my hands. "I asked first." He replies in a deep voice. My mind was racing so fast, I had no idea what I was truly thinking. He steps a little closer to me, and half of his face shows through the lighting from my window. "I'm Dante." He says, holding out his hand to shake mine. I glance down at his hand, then right back up to his face, never taking his hand. "What do you want?" I ask, scared out of my wits. He laughs at me, and sits on my bed. As he looks my helpless body up and down, I begin to plan an escape. "I'm not going to hurt you." He lies. At that moment, I do something stupid. I fling the covers off my body, and bolt for the door, but he was there, in front of the door, blocking my way. How did he get there so fast? I look back at the bed where he was sitting, not knowing what to expect, but he was not there. I didn't know how he moved to the door so fast, but it made me want to get in better shape. His large hands grab my wrists and he pushes me back onto the bed. He gets on top of me, never losing grip of me. He leans his face close to mine. Warm wet tears try to push out, but they cannot. I turn my face towards the wall. I feel his warm breath on my neck as he whispers, "What are you doing in my house?" I wasn't sure if I was more confused or scared. "What are you talking about? We just moved in. Do you want money? Just say a number and you have it." I plead. He releases his grip and stands back on his feet. I push myself back up to a sitting position. I curl my knees to my chest and prayed for my life. I wasn't very religious, but at times like this, praying was the only option. "It's been a while since we had any new comers. I'm Dante." He says. I looked into his eyes, and a warm, comforting feeling came from them. I let my knees fall back to the bed. "I'm Ashley." I say shyly. He sits down next to me again, but now he knows I won't leave. I'd be stupid to do that. "I use to live in this house. I've been staying here though...even after my family left." He states, never looking me in the eyes. "Why?" I ask, very curious. Now he looks at me, and leans his elbow on my bed. "There's a lot of memories here." He tells me. I wasn't sure what to say, so I just stared back at him. There was an awkward pause, then he got up. "I have to go." He says walking out the door. Something in me had the urge to stop him, but I didn't. After I was sure he was gone, I got up and walked to my sisters bedroom.

My sister was still sound asleep in her bed. I walked over to her and shook her. "Hailey? Hailey, wake up." She made a mumbled noise and rolled over to look at me. "What do you want?" She asked, with her voice cracking. "There was a guy in my bedroom." I whisper. She laughs a little and makes a rude comment, "Well, did you fuck him?" She jokes. I pushed her off the bed. "Hailey, I'm serious!" I say in a louder tone. She recovers from her fall, and gets back into her bed. "What are you talking about, Ashley?" She asks, scratching her head. "I-I don't know. I was asleep, and there was a guy! There was a guy in my room. I thought he was going to kill me." I say with my words all over the place. I must have still been in shock, because I wasn't even sure what to say. At this point, I was actually crying, which is very rare for me. The tears weren't because I was sad, and I don't think they were because I was afraid, they were just overwhelmed tears. My sister now saw that I was serious. She stood up and put her arms around my shoulders. "Should we wake up dad?" She asks me. I shake my head no. "He's not still here is he?" She asks in a now panicked tone. "N-no. I don't think so." I say. She drags me to her bed with her, and we both lay down. I face the opposite way from her, and she puts her arm around me, and holds me the rest of the night. 

"Hailey? Is Ashley in there? She's not in her room!" I heard my mother yell. I sat up, "Yeah, I'm in here." I called back. I looked at the clock, it was 9am. I shook my sister, and told her to wake up. Once I saw she was awake I walked back to my room. My mother was in there. "Why were you in your sisters room, sweetie?" She asked me. I looked at my feet and told her, "Oh, I just couldn't sleep." She gave me a hug, and told me to start unpacking my room. As I did, I looked out my window. The sun was shining, and it was beautiful outside. As I gazed through the trees swaying in the wind, I see someone out there. I rush closer to the window, and my hands smack against it. As my eyes dilate to the person, I begin to recognize who it is. It's Dante. He saw that I was looking at him, and he gave me a big grin. My mouth hung open in shock. 

I flew down the stairs and out the front door. I ran as fast as I could to the spot where he was at, but he was nowhere to be found. "DANTE?!" I called, looking in all directions. I ran around my big backyard looking for him, but he was gone. Disappeared.