Ella, trembling with fear, cried out, "Where am I? I can't see anything; it's pitch black. Is someone there?"
All at once, the sound of footsteps drawing near echoed in the darkness.
"Who's there? Identify yourself!" Ella demanded, her voice quivering with anxiety.
"I'm here for you, Ella. Come with me, my love," he declared.
Ella asked, "What is going on? Tell me where I am?"
"Come with me, I shall now take you to our home. You are mine, Ella," he said.
Ella frantically searched for an escape from the dark confines. "Stay away from me... help, help! You, with those red eyes, you're not human! Don't lay a hand on me! Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhh..." she screamed.
Suddenly, a soothing voice jolted Ella awake from the recurring nightmare that plagued her sleep. It was her mother waking her up.
She murmured, "It's that creepy and weird dream again." Somewhat relieved, she realized it was all in her dream.
Ella Henry, a twenty-year-old college student, began experiencing nightmares from her eighteenth birthday. One day while returning from college, she encountered a cat whose beauty intrigued her. Out of pity, she decided to take it in. Little did she know, the cat she brought home was actually a demon.
Alone. A simple word that has always held many meanings to Ella, and starting her senior year at a new high school, solitude had seemed the easiest way to go.
A week passed, bland and unnoticed, before her plans quickly get thrown overboard.
Losing one of her most priced possessions, she finds herself making a rather simple deal with someone from school. His name, for her book.
There's only one little problem; she has no idea who this person is.
Laughs and tears, friends and heartbreak, and the past that comes knocking on the door. Ella faces it all as she takes on the search to find her secret admirer.
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"I can't believe him after the texts, the letter, the flowers. All these months and he just tells me 'we'll talk later'", I told him, feeling absolutely frustrated. I am so damn stupid, thinking this was gonna be something special or whatever.
"It isn't him", he suddenly spoke and I just rolled my eyes. He doesn't even know what he's talking about, the imbisile.
"It is, you don't even know what you're talking about so shut up", I cried out, walking forth and back for the hundredth time.
"Listen, I do and it isn't him", he yelled this time and I stopped walking, angrily turning to him. Can he stop just pissing me off even more? "Oh yeah? And how are you so sure?"
"Because it's me"