This is a short beginning, but it kind of establishes the situation. This will mostly be in Imogen's point of view (a first person perspective), but when it changes, it will be a third person point of view, because I really only want to be inside of Imogen's head for this particular story.

-Imogen-

Normally, walking through the streets at night was beautiful. I always loved the mysterious beauty of the stars and moon being the only natural light to guide me. I enjoyed passing under the sometimes flickering streetlights in the dark, watching my shadow move as if I were under the sun. I liked to count how many lights inside houses would flicker on or off as citizens decided to go to bed, or woke up in the night. It was probably strange, but I loved the feeling of the silence surrounding me, but not actually feeling completely alone; the possibility of someone being around the very next corner thrilled me. (One time, I actually did run into someone, it was awkward, and we both giggled about how much we had just scared each other before passing along and going back to our original schedule.)

Normally, I loved these things. Tonight, I did not. Tonight, the thought of not being completely alone wasn't just a thought, it was a feeling, it was a known fact.

Tonight, I was being followed. I was regretting not telling anyone that I had gone for a walk, but I never told anyone. I didn't tell my parents, my boyfriend, Eli Goldsworthy, I didn't even tell my best friend, Bianca DeSousa, about my nightly walks. My dog, Volta, knew, but she would never tell.

She couldn't help me either.

I didn't tell anyone because this was my time, my time to be alone and at peace with the entire world. It was a time when I wasn't settling disputes between the people I cared about. My parents were often fighting, and so were Eli and Bianca. I was always the peace keeper, finding common grounds and getting stressed out to try to calm everyone down. It was torture, my parents fought, just to fight, and Eli and Bianca fought because of who her boyfriend was, Mark Fitzgerald. Fitz was a guy Eli had problems with in the past, and it was something he couldn't quite leave in the past. I kept mutual feelings for Fitz, trying to maintain some peace.

I rounded sharp corners to try to avoid my pursuer. This person was so big and built like a man, but I wasn't entirely sure it was a guy, when I peeked back at him (or her), I caught a glimpse of extremely long, dark hair that fell past his (or her) shoulders and cover his (or her) face. I walked fast and took unusual detours that led me astray from my normal route, but didn't get me lost.

The man was gaining on me—it seemed that however fast I walked, he was always faster. He got close enough to me that I could feel his breath on my neck.

As soon as I felt the warmth of him breathing down my neck, I started running, full speed and no stopping. His footsteps picked up, too, the thud of his big work boots hitting the pavement fast and hard. The sound got closer and the next thing I knew, there was a cloth wrapped around my mouth as he pulled me back into his chest. My heart was beating faster than it ever had and I struggled to break free as he securely tied the gag around my head, completely muting my screams.

He took me—kicking and screaming— into a nearby alley. He shoved me hard against a wall, my head hitting the cold brick with a crack. He put his arm against my neck and looked into my eyes. His eyes were dark in the night, I couldn't tell where his pupil stopped and where the iris began.

When he spoke, my last bit of doubt had faded, he was indeed a guy. "You're a pretty little freak, aren't you?" His voice was deep and made my whole entire body rumble underneath his arm.

I tried not to breathe in as he smiled toothily and breathed right in my face. He groped my waist with his free hand, and I realized that his intentions were much more than just killing me. My heart sped and my eyes widened in terror, my head pounded and I felt blood trickling down the back of my neck.

My head was spinning as he pushed me to the ground, pinning me down with his knees on my thighs and ripped off my shirt. I was using my last bit of energy trying to scream and attempting to claw at his face. He managed to fight back my attack and slap me across the face. He put his finger to his lips and smiled sinisterly, keeping me pinned as he removed my skirt, and then…

…Everything went black.

-Eli-

It was two in the morning when Eli Goldsworthy got the call. He had been in the middle of a nightmare, driving down the streets in his hearse, searching for his girlfriend who had gone missing.

It was an awful dream; the pain of her being lost in this world—and not safe in his arms—ct him to the very core of his being. He was thankful to be awoken by the call, the music itself was even a blessing to wake to, Paisley Jacket by The Dead Hand.

He rolled over and picked up his phone, not even bothering to check the caller ID.

"Hello?" He answered in a raspy, sleepy voice, which caused him to clear his throat as he sat up.

"Eli?" The panicked voice of Imogen's mother rang in his ears, instantly throwing his mind into full swing.

"Mrs. Moreno? Everything okay?" His tone was noticeably worried, but nowhere near as bad as hers was.

"Do you know where Imogen is? She isn't in her room," the words made his eyes go wide, it was like de ja vu to him, the beginning of his nightmare starting all over, but this time for real.

"No, sorry Mrs. Moreno. Have you tried calling her?" He suggested, trying to stay calm as he threw on the clothes he had left on the floor from the previous day.

"Yes, multiple times, no answer. I'm worried," he could hear the worry in her voice, she didn't need to clarify, but Mrs. Moreno was really hoping on Imogen being out with Eli; she'd rather her be out having an affair with her boyfriend than any other alternatives that had penetrated her thoughts as soon as she had found Imogen's empty bedroom.

"I'll come get you, we'll go look for her, try calling again," he hung up and grabbed his keys, quickly jotting down a note he could leave his parents, Bullfrog and Cece. He left the note on the table on his was out of the house.

He jumped into his antique hearse and started driving to the Moreno's, keeping his eyes peeled for any signs of Imogen. When he arrive at the house, he beeped the horn a few times before Imogen's mom came running out of the house and into the car.

He tossed her his phone, "Call from here, block the number," he said, stepping on the gas before she had a chance to speak," she could just be ignoring the number."

Mrs. Moreno did as she was told while closely watching the streets for her daughter, the phone rang a few times then went to voicemail, she looked at Eli, "No answer."

"Damn it, Imogen," Eli said, hitting the steering when then rolling down his window. "Call from my number, maybe she'll answer me."

Mrs. Moreno dialed Imogen's number as Eli called her name out the window. Just as the call went to voicemail, a man in all black and work boots dashed out of an alley-way nearby. Eli slammed on his breaks and his antique hearse jerked to a halt, Sorry Morty, he thought to the hearse as he slammed the door.

He ran down the alley-way with Mrs. Moreno following closely behind. He couldn't believe his eyes when he stared down the alley and saw the beautiful young girl lying naked and still on the pavement. He ran as fast as he could to Imogen, never-minding her naked state, and picked her up gently, yelling for Mrs. Moreno to grab her clothes that were spewed all over the alley-way while he dashed back to his hearse, carefully carrying Imogen along. He opened the back door and gently placed her so she was laying down safely. He found a Degrassi sweatshirt and wrapped it around her bleeding scalp tight, to try to keep it from bleeding so profusely.

Her mother returned quickly with her clothes, when she hopped in the back, next to Imogen, El got out, slamming the door and running to the drivers-side door. It seemed like it took hours to finally arrive at the hospital while he worried about Imogen, her body had been growing cold and he hadn't had time to check for a pulse. He had, nonetheless, made it there and carried her into the hospital.

The medics took her in straight away, allowing Mrs. Moreno to go into the hospital room with her, but making Eli wait in agony in the waiting room.

He sighed and pulled out his phone, knowing he should make a call, he searched through his contacts and clicked 'send', then waited impatiently for an answer.

"Really, douche? It's practically three in the morning," Bianca's sleepy voice answered angrily.

"You should come to the hospital. It's Imogen…"

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