You've lived your life to fairly the fullest. You've had boyfriends before but have never had your first kiss. You are 18. Your parents are somewhat abusive. They leave one day for a big business trip, and that leaves you alone at your house. Well...
(Y/N) I slowly open my eyes, completely unaware of the actions made before my passing out. I look around my room for a second and then realize what had happened. I start to freak out, and frantically search for my phone. I stop for a second and realize that I'm....dressed... "wait" I say to myself. "How the hell?!"
Just then that man or creature slowly stalks out of the shadows. "H-hello?!" I quietly mutter. At this point I can see his face. "M-mark!" I said completely surprised. He just laughed. Like he was mocking me. "No baby girl, I'm not Mark". His words echoed in my head. I looked at him, my eyes were crazed and scared. The amount of terror I felt was indescribable. I saw him get closer and closer to me. I wanted to scream, but nothing seemed to escape my mouth. His eyes were now locked with mine. They were pitch black, yet they had emotion. The only emotion I could see. Lust. His lips were now seconds from mine. I could feel the itchiness of the hair on his face. His breath was hot. He chuckled at my fear and vulnerability. "(Y/N), I've been waiting for this moment...I've been hiding in the shadows. Forgotten. I've been watching you." I felt a devilish smile form on his face. "I'll wait, I'll give you the pleasure of getting used to me.....kitten, I'm not going anywhere..." I felt his lips touch mine only for a second. They were cold. I look up and see his presence is gone. All that is left behind is a fog of black smoke and an almost non existent feeling of lust.
I looked around my room, amazed at what just happened. I wanted to cry. A lot has happened within a day, I think to myself as I grab the scar shaped like a D on my chest. I look to my clock. 3:01 am. There was no use in going back to sleep, seeing that I just woke up and am now full of energy. Being nervous energy or not. I run down stairs in hope of finding some type of comfort food. Nothing. "Uuhhgggg" I slightly yell. I look at the clock on the stove. 3:06 am. I grab my phone and search for food places that are still open at this time. I see that MC Donald's is open 24 hours. I sigh, because MC Donald's isn't really my taste, but I'm super hungry. I run back upstairs, creeping just in case that thing comes back. I see no signs of him so far so I shake it off my back and get dressed. I slid on a pair a black adidas sweat pants, with a black adidas sweater.
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I run down stairs, throw on a pair of black flip flops, grab my card and keys. I walk outside and the cold morning air attacks my face. I look around in the darkness and wonder who else is crazy enough to be up at this time. I sigh and hop in my car, still replaying the days events in my head.
