Not like I haven't gone through any stressful, unusual night, but that night was unexplainably different. A cold, wet feeling was merged inside me. I was shivering, even the woolen blanket wouldn't work. I shifted from this side to that side on the bed, still it wasn't the least bit comforting. Maybe it was because of what Trace said, or maybe it was because of that...that guy. Or maybe because of the both of them. I didn't know.
The more I embraced the blanket tighter around my body, the more cold it felt inside. The window was closed. Then what made my body shiver? I knew it wasn't cold outside. Winter had long gone. Then what?
The window popped open suddenly and made a huge sound crashing with the wall. I was startled. I wanted to avoid it, but the sounds produced by the window slamming against the wall couldn't let me stay at bed any longer. It was already so hard to sleep. I wouldn't bear any more barriers.
I reached to the window and placed my hands upon it. As I was just about to close it, I saw someone standing in front of our house looking up, right at me. A black hoody, or what seemed to be black in the dark. I wasn't able to see the face even though it kept staring at me.
Is it that guy? I thought. Just then my phone buzzed.
I held up the phone from my bed and displayed the screen, and a text message popped up.
YOU HAVEN'T SLEPT YET?
That's what the message said. I reached to the window again to see the guy was still there. I typed on my phone.
WHO ARE YOU?
A message came up again.
YOU DIDN'T ANSWER ME.
I typed again.
YOU DIDN'T EITHER.
I looked down through the window. The guy looked up at me and my phone buzzed for the third time that night.
I'LL BE GOING NOW. GOODBYE.
I looked down through the window right that instant. He was already gone.
