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The room was very hot, but somehow it sent goose bumps down my arms, giving me chills. I kept seeing shadows on my bedroom wall, but it was probably just the trees. The wind kept throwing leaves and twigs against my window. No matter what age, storms have always scared me. I crawled under my blankets, as if I could hide myself from what was out there. Nothing Sophia, nothing was out there. Sweat dripped down my back, making the sheets stick to me. No flow of air went through the room, making me wish I had turned the fan on before bed. But then I froze. All I could focus on were the bangs I heard outside my room, bangs that twigs couldn't make, only a person could. A person. I felt the air tense up and a fear covered me. Something inside me forced me to move, I gently slid my body of the bed, making my way to the nearest window across the room. As I advanced to the window, I opened my tightly shut eyes, and looked out the window. And trust me, I did not like how I saw. In fact, I would have fallen if my legs didn't hold me up. My dad. I saw my dad. And that was what made me fall. I fell so hard that I woke up. I woke up from what I thought was reality but turned out to just be a stupid dream.
I woke up for real this time, looking at Blake sleeping peacefully beside me. What an angel. I quietly stood up, and checked the window, making sure he wasn't there. And when I got the answer, it filled me with relief. I moved to the bathroom, splashing water onto my face. And then "it" caught my eye. I picked up the razor, taking in a breath before thinking of what to do. And right when I made my decision, Blake threw the razor across the room. "What the hell was that for?!?!" I yelled at him, furious. "You know exactly what that was for. What were you thinking??" He looked like he was about to cry. "Blake..." He pulled me close and looked into my eyes. "Come on Sophia, you can tell me." I looked into those blue eyes of his and I couldn't hold it in anymore. "Blake, I think my dad's back."
