Dawn - 1

 I walk down the quiet street, with only a few people going in and out of stores, only a couple of cars passing me. My grey hoodie keeps my body warm through the cold wind, along with my black skinny jeans. The only visible light I can see is the pool of brightness the street lights provide. I put my hood on my head, as the cold air is already whipping my curly brown hair around. I clutch my book-bag, full of my high school textbooks.

 I'm finding my way home, after spending a day with my best friend Sky. She had invited me over for studying, and we ended up goofing off the whole time I was there. I glance at the time on my phone, to which is says it's nine thirty-two. I didn't even study for the history test on Monday. I continue to walk towards the direction of my house, to where my little twelve year-old sister is waiting with my mom. I get to the steps of my house, I open the door and drop my bag onto the floor.

 "Hey Dawn, it's a bit late to arrive home don't you think?" My mother says.
 "It's Friday night, mom." I say plopping onto the sofa with my sister, Sam.

 My mom goes back into her room, with Sam following. Sam is close to mom, always acting like an eight year-old. I turn on the flat screen t.v, and lay down on the black couch. I turn the lamp on, and slip my hoodie off of my body, with my brown hair all ruffled, and my black glasses on the tip of my nose. Suddenly, I hear a loud noise outside of the window towards the door. I turn the volume down on the t.v, and listen closely. I hear the noise again, the shrieking sound of a knife on glass. I cautiously get off the couch, and move to the window. I take a risk and open the door near the window.

 I hear the silent rain heavily poor down from my front door. I start to turn around when I see nothing, and I feel a sharp pain spread through my back. I stumble to the side of the door, my back starting to numb. Shit, what the hell cut me?!

 I shut the door and touch the stinging pain on my lower back, and pull my hand back to see dark red blood. Are you kidding me? I run to the bathroom and turn my back to the mirror, only to see that my black top is completely torn with a bloody gash underneath. I grab a blue towel and slowly clean the blood. The cut isn't deep, it's very light, like a sleek knife just barely touched me.

 I better just take a shower. I take of my shirt along with my skinny jeans, and turn on the shower. I take off my undergarments, and step into the shower. Immediately, the hot water stings my injury and I let out a sharp cry.

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 I lay down on my black and white striped bed, and turn off the lamp. I cover myself and and feel the soft blanket on my bare legs. I had taped my lower back, to stop the bleeding, and I guess I would ignore the pain.

 Suddenly, I feel a hand tightly clamp over my mouth. My eyes immediately open, but I have no physical reaction. I just stay calm.

 "No struggle, my sweet?" I hear a deep and thick voice say.

 One of my hands sneak to the lamp, and I switch it on. I see a horrific sight. His long black hair, his eyes ringed in black, with a smile carved into his cheeks. He holds a knife just inches from my chest, ready the jam in me. I feel blood seep into my mouth, as if his hands are covered in blood.

 "Shhh.." he says, "Just go to sleep."