• It was dark outside. It was pouring rain and i listened to the pitter patter of it on my window putting my hand against the icy glass. I couldn't sleep again, i haven't been able to sleep all week. Whenever i eventually would start to slip into unconsciousness I'd wake up screaming. It was all because of nightmares. Silly i told myself it's silly to be afraid of a stupid dream it's just your imagination. But somehow it felt like it was more. All of this had started one day as i was coming home from school. I saw a man race across the street. The middle of the street on a green light. He was faster than i thought possible but still not fast enough. Cars screeched to a halt trying to avoid hitting him. He seemed unable to comprehend where he was. Right as he ran past me i saw his face. I mean he looked to be about my age 17 or 18, he was definitely gorgeous but the thing that made me notice him the most was the expression on his face. He looked terrified as if something terribly scary was after him and i got a horrible sense that he was in danger and i needed to help but how could i. As he ran past he whispered in my ear "it's coming" then he was gone. I stared in shock at the street for a moment before whipping around to see where he'd gone. He was no where in sight. Now i could still remember my nightmare the dream that kept me awake. A dark alley, red eyes, cold air, screams, and me running from it whatever it was in front of me the guy pulling me faster and faster yelling words i couldn't hear or rather couldn't understand then just as the thing attacked i'd wake up. There was a bright flash and earth shaking crash that brought me to reality. I turned from the window and booted up my computer. My name Lena in big bold letters was across the screen. Again for the millionth time i looked up the accident I'd witnessed the other days. I looked through pictures of the guy running and searched behind him in the alley he'd ran out of for something anything. There in the shadow i saw the faintest hint of a red eye and it's focus was not trained on him it was trained on me.