Lilly

Part 1, Section 2

The silhouette did not move. I tried not to as well. But my fears were getting the best of me, and a tiny little whimper escaped from my lips. Then the figure at the end of my bed stepped to the side. Then it moved closer. I was about to explode of fear. The story dad told me was really freaking me out.
Finally, I burst.
"What do you want from me?" I whispered. The silhouette raised its arm to its head.
"To get revenge." I said in a raspy voice. "No one ever enters my chambers and escapes."
"What is that suppose-"
Then the figure ran towards me and grabbed at my throat. I tried to pry the fingers off of my neck. I felt my lungs caving in. Little specks of dust flew around the room. I was attempting to make a lot of noise so my parents could help me. Tears spilled out of my eyes live a river. I struggled to breathe. This figure in front of me was so strong. It sat on my stomach with its bony butt. I was in so much pain. My mind kept on going to the story dad told me, about the girl. Maybe this was... oh no.....

I wanted to scream out "help" at the top of my lungs, but that required a bit of energy and I was losing it fast.
"You b*tch" I whispered.
"I'll take that as a compliment." the person cooed in a voice that seriously pissed me off. Then my reflexes kicked in. I lifted my knee up and I pushed it forward, right into the silhouette's back. I saw their shadow move. I knew that I had to hurry because I was beginning to see stars all around the room. To my "luck", after I kneed the person, their grip almost caved my throat into my stomach. I kicked around and my arms were still prying off the fingers that were on my neck. Then the person pulled a knife to my throat.

Suddenly I woke up. There was no silhouette that was attempting to murder me. I sighed with relief. But I looked around. My bed was a mess. I was probably kicking a lot. And I felt my clothes sticking to my body. I must have been sweating. I knew that I didn't have to worry if I screamed in my sleep or not, because it has never happened and it never will, according to my pediatrician.

I took that nightmare as a signal that something was terribly wrong. Something, maybe that silhouette, did not want me here. They made that very obvious by warning me on the first night I moved in. Maybe the girl in my dad's story was trying to send me a message. And it was right in front of my face.

Black writing...all over my walls. It was appearing so quickly. But the same phrase was repeating over and over again:
"GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT."
This was not a dream. I was freaking out.
"Hello?" I whispered.
Then the writing stopped. It faded to a grayish tint.
"Hi Harper."

Tears filled my eyes. I was really scared. There was no one in my room that I could see!
"W-who are y-you?" I asked
My heart was speeding up so fast. This was most certainly the girl in dad's story.

"I'm Lilly."