I shot up and I could fell my chest rising at an all to familiar pace. My body was dripping in cold sweat, and I try to catch my breath; it must've been another nightmare. These nightmares happen too often, and I still could never recognize my killer in the dream. He had curly brown hair, emerald green eyes that turn a bloodshot red when his fangs would appear out of his plump, pink lips. I have never seen him in person, only in my dreams. He seemed to know who I am. He knew my name, my family, and my past. A past that I liked to keep to myself. Like a secret kept away in a box, six feet under... But that story is for another time, a time that we might not come to. The First Couple Chapters Are Pretty Crappy, So Continue To Read On. It Gets Better!