I don't own TT. Just Lena.

Thanks to The Fox Familiar, I realized I should use a bit more build up. So here's more insight to my OC Lena.

Lena's POV

I rubbed my eyes and saw it was still dark. I wondered why I was awake. I then heard something crash.

"YOU WILL NOT TOUCH OUR DAUGHTER!" My sleepy eyes opened up wide. That was Daddy's voice. I hurried out of bed and ran out of my room. I began to hear more crashes that sounded like furniture falling. I ran down the steps and ran towards the noises. I was scared. I wondered what was going on and who Daddy was talking to. I opened the living room door and saw all the furniture was broken and the pieces were everywhere on the floor. But I hardly noticed that. I saw Mommy and Daddy were kneeling on the floor, with a lot of cuts and bruises. They looked up and saw me. They looked scared as they got up.

"Lena! Run!" cried Mommy.

"Get out of here as fast as you can!" cried Daddy. I was really scared now. Then I heard a laugh that sent shivers down my back. I looked up and saw Mr. Wilson. I wondered what he was doing here. I wondered if he did this to Mommy and Daddy.

"I don't think so." Mr. Wilson pulled out a gun and shot Mommy and Daddy.

"MOMMY! DADDY!" But they didn't answer me. They just fell to the floor. My whole body started to shake and I fell to my knees. I looked at Mommy and Daddy, waiting for them to get up and tell me everything was okay. That they were alright and that all this was just a silly game. That I was just having a nightmare and that I need to wake up.

"Mommy? Daddy?" I whispered, tears falling down my face. They didn't answer me. They didn't move either. I touched Mommy's hand. Her hand didn't move and grab my hand. I finally let the thought that I was pushing back go to the front of my mind. The thought that Mommy and Daddy were dead. Tears really fell down now as I started to sob.

"I'm sorry that you had to see that. I tried to kill them quietly but they put up quite a fuss." I looked up at Mr. Wilson. He was walking towards me.

"But don't worry. I will be a better parent than they ever were." Then something inside me snapped. Instead of feeling really sad, I felt really angry. I began to see red and I felt my body start to get really warm. Mr. Wilson held out his hand.

"Come. We have much to do."

"NO I WON'T!" The next thing I knew, I was surrounded by ash and burning pieces of wood. I realized that this was what remained of my house.

"She's the devil!" I looked up and saw many people looking in my direction with looks of horror. I looked around and saw no one else. I looked back at them and realized they were looking at me.

"She burned her house and killed her own parents!" Ms. Haley cried. I gasped. I wondered how my neighbor, who was always cheerful and gave me and all the other neighborhood kids chocolate cake, could think that I killed Mommy and Daddy.

"I didn't! Mommy and Daddy were already dead! I don't remember what happened to the house!" I pleaded.

"Don't listen to her! She's the spawn of Satan! She's trying to tempt you to follow the Devil!" cried Mr. Gavin, who always patted my hair and said how pretty my eyes were.

"I don't think that there is such a thing as Satan but she is definitely a freak! A dangerous freak! We need to get kill her before she kills us all!" cried Mrs. Watson, who let me and my friends play on the tire swing in her backyard. Everyone cheered and started going towards me, with looks of hatred. I took a step backwards.

"I'm not a freak! I'm not the Devil! I'm not the Devil's kid!" They kept on moving towards me. I turned and ran.

"I didn't kill Mommy and Daddy! I'm not the Devil!"

"I'M NOT A FREAK!" I screamed as I shot straight up. Gasping for breath and sweating like crazy, I looked around. I was in the middle of a green field. Nobody was after me. I wasn't in the middle of my burned down house. There was no Mr. Wilson. And…my parents weren't here either. It was just another nightmare. Trying to calm myself, I made myself take big and slow breaths and not think of anything. The former was easy. The latter not so much. When I was able to breathe normal again, I stood up and started to walk. After eight years of having the same nightmare over and over again, I learned that the only thing that truly calms me down was to do walk. Even then, it was rare that I actually went to sleep again. I sighed. Why do I keep on having this nightmare? It's been eight years since that night. I'm over my parents' death. Well, as much as I can ever be. And Mr. Wilson died that night. And I got away from my neighbors. So why do I keep on having it? Why does it still terrify me?

Well, what do you think? Seriously, I want to know. The next update should be tomorrow and it will continue where I left off. I just pondered and realized that this story need a prologue.