A loud rupturing noise came from atop of the roof, and that was loud enough to awaken you.

Meaning it must've been REALLY loud.

"What the fuck.."

You rubbed your head, still tired from what happened earlier.

Running for what felt like millions of miles, only being a 10 minute walk.

As you can see, running wasn't your thing.

Sports in general are a nightmare.

Anyway

'What the hell was that noise?'

You get out of bed slowly, trying not to make any noise, but your clumsy ass just had to trip on one of the shoes.

Instead of trying to find the source of the noise, IT seemed to be coming from you.

But before you could come near the cryptic noise, there was knocking in the door that caused you to jump.

You were in your fighting stance, ready to attack anything in sight, only to find out it was a classmate.

"Y/n, open the door!"

Oh.. totally forgot.

There was a project due later on the month, and you and your classmate Steven were assigned to work on a topic about...fear.

Ironic, isn't it?

A month seems like a long time, but with the amount of work that there is into making it an A+ assignment would require time and effort.

You roll your eyes, and walk toward the door.

"hey.."

"hey y/n, don't tell me you forgot about the project" he chuckled lightly, his dimples clearly visible.

He noticed the tension in you, and looked concerned.

"Are you okay? Did anything happen?"

You ponder whether telling him the truth or not.

What if it was all just a bad nightmare..?

Perhaps.

After a few seconds of thinking about it, you convinced yourself it was all just a bad dream.

"y/n.. everything okay?"

His voice startled you, causing you to snap back into reality.

"My bad, I've been feeling very tired lately." you shyly answered.

Lies.

He nodded, and gave you a warm smile.

"If you want, we can work on this another time."

He was so sweet and understanding, and here you are, lying to such a humble guy.

"No, no. If we keep postponing, we will never finish this. Besides, I got a bit of energy left on me."

He wasn't sure whether to go or not, but agreed.

"Come in."

You step aside, and allowed him to enter the small apartment.

"Nice place you got here" he said, eyeing the surroundings.

"Thanks" you reply.

Slightly uncomfortable having someone in your house..let alone having to talk to them.

"You'd like something to drink? Water? Juice?Tea?"

"Got any beer?" He asked.

"Does it look like I drink?"

You shook your head.

I thought he was better..

"Why the sour face? I was joking Hun."

"Water will be fine."

"I hope you're not like those other guys" you say as you walk into the kitchen.

"Like what? The drunkies at school?"

You come back with a glass of water, and hand it to him.

"Yes..those people."

He remained quiet for a few seconds, and then responded.

"Of course not."

You weren't sure whether he was being honest or not, but ignored the topic.

There was an awkward tension between the two of you, and both of you could sense it.

He decided he had enough and slowly got up and walked around and stopped when something caught his attention.

"Question"

"I may have an answer"

"What's up with the red balloon?"

A red balloon?

You didn't recall there being a red balloon.

It wasn't your birthday or anything.

Also, why does it matter?

"Where" you asked, curious to know where and how the balloon got there.

He pointed at something from behind, and you turn back to see it was your backpack covered in leaves.

It was placed on top of the table, but it wasn't nearly visible due to the lack of light.

You turned on every light, illuminating the entire apartment.

There it was.

Your backpack, and attached to it was a balloon.

You could've sworn you tossed it on your bed, but it was on the table.

He walked towards it.

"There's a note too."

Now you were really confused.

Was what you experienced only a dream, or an actual reality?

"Bring me the note"

He handed you the note and gave you a sly smile.

"Some kinda secret admirer?"

"I don't think so..I don't see anyone having interest in me."

"Oh c'mon, don't bring yourself down like that. You're quite ravishing."

His inner sly, sleek self was starting to come out, and it seemed to have an affect on you.

"Who wouldn't want you?" he questioned.

"Lots of people." You replied.

He shook his head.

"Tsk. Tsk. They must be blind then."

You gave him an awkward 'thanks' and went back to the note.

It was all in bright red, the same rich crimson shade as the blood that pumps throughout your entire being.

The note read:

Be safe, 'Y/N' :)

There was also a smiley beside the note.

"Awe that's cute, they seem to care about your safety." Steven added.

"what the.."

'How the hell did they know my name?'

'How do they know where I live?'

'Who broke into my apartment?'

'Am I even safe anymore?'

Many questions were running through your mind.

Flashbacks were coming back, and you remembered everything.

No, this wasn't just another nightmare..

This was real.

*flashback*

The sun was beginning to slowly condense, until it was nothing but a beautiful horizon.

It was a little late for the younger children, meaning the park should be scarce of any people.

Not many came at this time, unless it were to stargaze or a late night walk.

But if anyone saw you out at this time, they'd see you as a creep.

Oh well..

You sat in an old table, near the riverbank.

The sight was nothing but beautiful.

From the colors of the sky to the glistening water that shined below.

You wanted to draw every little detail, and take a break from all the stress in your life.

There was no one to bother you, other than the ducklings and their parents.

But if left alone, they do nothing.

Everything was going great.

was..

You were nearly finished with the painting until something caught your attention.

The sound of laughter and giggles of small children.

But you ignored it, and went back to drawing.

The giggles suddenly went from high pitched squeals of joy to deep, demon-like sounds.

Specks of snow flakes started to fall from the sky, and it was only late May.

This wasn't normal.

It was too early to be snowing.

Now you were really freaked out.

You close the sketch book and observe the surroundings.

What was once a beautiful sky, was now covered in layers of fog.

Fog was everywhere.

You shivered at the sudden change of weather.

Not being prepared made it worse.

You were no longer comfortable, and you KNEW something was wrong.

But you stayed anyway, and wondered what the hell was happening.

As you were packing up to leave, you heard the voices go louder.

Shadows were coming toward you, but it wasn't coming from anyone.

This was your signal to leave.

Something was there with you, but you didn't know what..

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