I’m sweating… My hands are shaking…
I’m scared for my life
He’s not fucking real.. He’s not fucking real… I keep telling myself.
But I know I’m only lying to myself…
I get out of bed, pace the floors, look out the window, shut the curtains, open the curtains and look out the window, and close them again. I do this until my phone rings.
It was Tyler.
Hello? I said.
“Siara… Siara, can you come over? Please, Siara… I can’t sleep. I’m going-”
The phone cut out. It made this weird interference name and then got quiet…
I could hear breathing.
“Siara?” it was Tyler. “What the fuck..”
“On my way.” I told him and hung up.
I stuffed clothes in my pack and grabbed my keys. I had to push my car so my parents wouldn’t wake up.
I got out of the driveway and started it.
As I drove the twenty minutes to Tyler’s house, I scanned the trees and street lights for anything unusual.
I only scared myself.
I got to his house and went to his room to see a mark on his window and him cross legged on the floor with his face and hands all bloody,