Morning came relatively fast. My sleep was broken due to the various nightmares that were too realistic. Each nightmare involved a boy. His eyes were crystal blue and thick messy black hair grazed his forehead. His skin was pale and he wore ripped jeans and a shirt splattered with blood. He looked injured. He tried to speak to me but I couldn't understand what he was saying. His words were muffled by shrieks of pain in the background. I tried asking him if he was okay, but he just looked at me and cried. Then I would wake up. As I got ready for school I couldn't stop thinking about this boy. He was trying to tell me something, but what? I threw on a pair of old skinny jeans and my favorite large sweatshirt. My hair went into a tangled bun and my face was naked. When I glanced in the mirror, my eyes were swollen red and puffy. I didn't care. I grabbed my things and left my house as fast as I could. No one was awake yet, which was good. I always left for school two or three hours early so I would have enough time to stop at my favorite café. As I arrived, I parked my car and glanced at my phone. I had three text messages. One was from Alex, she wanted to know if I was okay. I responded to her saying yes, with a smiley face to reassure her. The next two were from "Oliver." It read, "Elizabeth, I hope you're sleeping well. Please know that I'm not some creeper." The next one read, "See you at school." I felt like someone had punched me in the throat. These text messages and phone calls were scaring me. I decided to respond. "Oliver, please. You are scaring me, please. Just. Leave me alone. I'm sorry." I threw my phone in my purse and retrieved my wallet. I walked into my paradise and ordered a large coffee. My favorite Bautista was working and he smiled and asked how I was. He was about twenty or so and he always worked in the morning. I got my coffee and sat down at my usual table. I plugged in my headphones and pulled out my journal. I began writing about everything that occurred in the last twenty four hours. Mid sentence I felt like someone was starting at me. Slowly I glanced up and I saw him.
