i really think i could turn this into an amazing story, but theres a catch...

i only write, to have my stuff read.

so if you like it, comment!

disclamer- i own nothing.

*preface

God I hate running. Always have. And now, here I am. Depending on these cursed legs to save my life. From what? I hope I live to find out.

*chapter 1Stalker

I peaked over my shoulder for what felt like the millionth time in the last hour.

I wasn't an insecure person. Usually...

But I just could not shake the feeling that I was being watched. Or fallowed. Maybe both. But I was a big girl. I could take care of myself!

But then again, if that was indeed the case, why was I starting to speed up. Practically jogging to my dorm just to be off the streets, even though it wasn't even dark yet.

I was nervous about something, but I kept brushing it off as finals. They were coming up and I needed the good grades. I knew better though. It wasn't finals. No, because almost every normal college students stress over finals. And I am not normal.

I was nervous about the oncoming darkness. Some called it sunset. Some called it twilight. But as beautiful as it is… that's the time when I feel most vulnerable, most alone.

My parents died when I was 16. That was five years ago, but I feel haunted by the stillness of night even now. My fear of the dark started then.

The report claims it was just a freak accident, that my father lost control of the car because he was speeding. They seemed to overlook the fact that he was the police chief, and would never speed.

I blame myself.

My family had a secret. I was different, and many people- bad people- wanted to use me for whatever purposes they thought I could help them with. Although even I don't know why.

I've heard that there are agencies out there, more powerful than the CIA, or FBI. And instead of working for and with the government, they work agents it. Some call them terrorists. I prefer monsters. They're the ones after me.

Since the day I was born I've been aware of them. And that's the problem. A baby shouldn't really be aware of anything. But I knew. And they knew I knew.

And they were coming for me. I could feel it.

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thats all untill i'm sure that i'm not waisting my time...

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