I hear a bang. I walk closer to the door, and try to open it, but of course it's locked. I don't know why but I have to get inside. Its that gut feeling you get when something is wrong but you cant figure out what it is. I just know that this is my dad's house even though it looks different. Its like a mansion. And Its gloomy. It has the aura like someone is dead or dying. Its all dark, no light is coming from inside. There is no light from the neighbor's houses either, like they all ran for their lives and didn't look back. The only light comes from the full moon right above the house.

Then I heard something. It was very quiet. I had to strain my ears to listen to it. It stopped but then started again. I couldn't figure it out. Then it hit me and knocked the breath out of me, when I realized that it sounded like tortured sobs. I started shaking. I needed to get inside. My baby brother is in there! I just know it. My dad was supposed to take care of him, until I took him to my apartment. Now I remember that I was here to take my brother with me. I start screaming and pounding on the door. Nobody's there. I'm all alone like always. And the sobs just kept getting louder. I didn't know what to do. They were coming from the very top floor and the house was huge.

Then came another bang with a horrified scream. It was so loud that it should've awaken the neighbors, but like always no lights came on. I screamed with it. I knew who it was. It was my mother. She wasn't supposed to be there though. I couldn't make sense of anything that was happening. She was supposed to be on the plane to Florida, with her new husband. What was she doing at my fathers house? I put all these thoughts in the back of my mind, for I knew that I needed to get inside immediately. I go to the side of the house to try the window. The window is opened a crack. But somehow I knew it would be, like this happened before. This is just too confusing for me. I tried to squeeze myself through the crack but I got stuck. The crack was too small for me. I started panicking. I knew I was claustrophobic, but I forced myself to calm down and take deep breaths. My precious brother, the only one whoever loved me, was inside here, dying and he needed me. I forced myself to push against the glass. It cracked and I cut my hands trying to push it, but I didn't notice the blood. Neither did I notice that I wasn't alone anymore. When I finally got through that window, I sank down to the ground. It was wet. I couldn't see a thing because it was so black in here. I couldn't even see my own hands if I tried. Then I went very still. I hadn't noticed before because I was trying to calm myself down while trying to get in. Everything was quiet. I mean there was no more sobbing or yelling, like they were waiting for me to get inside. Like they were luring me in. Like my real family was already gone and I was the only one left. To die..

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I wake up to my alarm beeping right in my ear. I don't know why I always put that damn thing on. I always wake up by myself anyway. And that just annoys the hell out of me. If you want a pissed off Summer, than show me an alarm and I'll give you fire. Haha, I like making my own jokes. Well I'm not a morning person, so I'm not fully awake yet as you can see. There is one thing that I just don't get though. I mean I always put the alarm across the room, but one sunday, always a different one, in every summer when I wake up it's right there on my night table. Hmm. It could just be my brother playing tricks on me. He knows about my hatred for alarm clocks. I really don't know why I keep the thing anyway.

'Kay, enough about alarms and time for work. I push the covers off of me and go to the bathroom. I brush my teeth. That's something I have to do every morning or I can't do anything else. What I mean is that if I don't brush my teeth right away when I wake up I can't do anything else, I'm uncomfortable. So when that's done, I start to take a shower.

While I'm slathering shampoo in my hair, I try to remember my dream. I can't. I hate this. Somehow I know I always have this same dream, but I can't remember it. Its so frustrating. Because all I remember of this dream is that my family, or what's left of it, is in trouble. But see, that's of the dream I had last night. I know that the other dreams were similar to this but only I was in trouble in them. Now my whole family is! Ugh, I don't get this. I don't know if its some kind of weird warning or if that's what I dream about 'cause I feel that my family is in trouble, since we're split apart. And it sucks 'cause I can never fully rememberthem, just glimpses and feelings. And I know that these aren't regular dreams, because I have them too, and I remember every detail of them, especially if they're of my boss!

I sigh to myself. Yes I'm practically in love with my boss. Okay, not in love with him, I don't think I'll ever be in love with him, but close to it. And no he doesn't know a thing about it, since he's too busy getting it on with his special secretary. And I quote, "'Cause she can do extraordinary things that not just anybody here can do!" Ugh, gag me, puh-lease. I can so do much better than her. And no I am not willing to. I'm not a slut. But she is, and she's also an evil little imp. I love that word! And she does look like one too, 'cause she is really short, and has the look of the devil if you go near her boss/lover.

I finish up in the bathroom and walk downstairs. I need to wake up my little brother so I can take him to school. Then I can get to work and chat up my dream to with my best friend, Cassandra. She's always bugging me about my dreams, don't know why, but yeah, I don't mind anyway. Well, to put it simply, Cassandra is beautiful. She's got curly red hair. Her hair goes down to her waist and it sparkles. It has hints of gold and black in it. She has the greenest eyes I have ever seen. Her eyes are bright and big and they pop out. They make her face look unique. So when someone says green eyes, you automatically think of Cassandra. They make her look cute and innocent yet she's everything but that. She's the one pestering me about why I haven't gotten down and dirty with my boss. And I have a feeling that she did. But she just doesn't want to let me know to hurt my feelings or something. But what do I care, he was with every other girl in the office but me I think. What can I say, he's a stud. Anyway, Cassandra has the most perfect curves. I am so envious of her, she has what every other girl would love to have. No fair.

Well, if you want to know why I'm so very jealous of her it's not because I think I'm ugly. I'm actually very pretty just not as pretty as she is. All guys I meet usually stay away though, like I have some kind of disease. I don't know why. But the only one that actually stayed and dated me then dumped me and became my friend is Kane. Oh, did I mention the reason he dumped me, yeah he's gay.

Anyway, I have long black hair. It has this metallic color to it when in the sun. It's very curly too. It's curlier than Cass's hair. My hair goes down beneath my shoulders. I really like my hair, I think it's my best quality, other than my eyes. They are a chocolate brown. Like a milky brown.

I also got okay curves. I mean I'm not fat at all, but neither am I anorexic skinny. And because I'm so skinny it shows off a lot more of my endowments. I'm really tall, like 5'8". Close but not as tall as Cass. She's 5'11".

I open my brothers door. He's sleeping like a baby. Oh I wish I could just stay in bed for a whole day until I feel like getting up. "Hey, Scotty. Time for school. Up up up!" I say as I pull the covers off of him.

My little brother lets out a groan and turns around.

"Come on I got to get to work and I can't be late like yesterday!" I say as I make my way to the kitchen. I'm starved and I bet you so is Scott. He always is.

I open the fridge to see what food we have. I get out some eggs and bacon and start cooking. I can cook. I'm not amazing but it'll have to do.

I hear feet trudging down the living room floor and turn around. Scott's there. His hair is disheveled and he's rubbing his eyes. He's not a morning person either. And he's only 8.

"So, Scotty, would you like some bacon and eggs or just plain toast?" I ask my sleepy brother while I give him a good morning kiss on the head.

"I'll take the eggs, thank you," he says in his cute little baby voice.

"Alright, go get ready for school, and I'll call you when, it's ready." I say while frying up the eggs.

Scott goes to get change. I feel bad for my baby brother. Since he was three he had to listen to mom and dad fight and yell. So, finally, three years later, when I get full custody of Scott and I take him come to live with me, they get a divorce. A year later my mom gets married to some guy I have no interest in meeting.

But, me and my brother were always close. I was always there for him when my parents weren't. So he's happy to be living with me and I'm happy he's here too.

"Hey, Dione, do I have to go to school today, or can I go with you to your work? Pretty please?" He gave me the cutest puppy dog face I have ever seen. And he knows I can't resist those eyes. But I have too, he can't miss anymore school than he has already. So I tell him that.

"Aww, but I swear I'll behave!" Still, with the eyes. Now Scott starts to pout too.

"Yes, I know you will, but like I said, you can't miss anymore school. Now go and eat your eggs, you don't want to be late." I tell him while I get my own eggs and start to eat. I have my cup of orange juice too. I can't live without it. I love orange juice and I can drink it with anything.

When we finish up eating, Scott goes running to get his school bag and we go out to the car. I can't wait to get rid of this car. I just don't like it and my mom gave it to me. I want to get rid of everything that reminds me of her. No, I don't hate her, but when I think of her I just think of how she ruined Scott's life, because she's the one that cheated on dad which started all the fights.

So, I open the backdoor for Scott, and then I walked around the front to my door. Something stops me. I see a shadow in the window of the house across from us. I knew it was there, watching me, only me. It always is. Everywhere I go the shadow follows me. I don't know what it is, but it's not a person. I know its not. It even watches me in my room, while I sleep. I feel it there. I know that thing in the window is the same shadow stalking me because nobody lives in that house. Not since before I was born. Yet the shadow is always there when I go to work in the mornings. And only in the mornings.

"Hey, Dione, are you coming? We're going to be late." Scott calls from inside the car.

I jump, when he talks. He scared me for a second. I look at him then back at the window. The shadow is still there, like I knew it would be.

I get inside the car and start driving. I'm shaking like a leaf.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Scott whispers to me. He looks worried. I shouldn't worry him.

I give him a small, forced, smile and pat him on the head. "Nothing, why?" I force myself to stop shaking. I can't let him know that I'm scared. Then he'll get scared. But that thing won't harm him- right? I don't know, but it's only been after me so far. But I won't let it harm Scott. No, I won't.

"Oh, well, I don't know, you looked kind of scared. I guess it was nothing, yeah?" He asks me slowly.

"Of course, don't worry about me. Just thinking about work stuff, it has me exhausted, you know?" I tell him, while forcing another fake smile.

He doesn't look too convinced but he lets the subject drop. Knowing I don't want to talk about it.

I drop him off at his school. It's a small building, only grades from kinder to sixth.

I have to take him to the office to sign him in.

"Bye, Scott. See you later when I come pick you up, okay." I tell him while I start backing up to the door.

"Bye Dione." Answers Scott. He doesn't look too happy to be here. He tells me that he hates this school and he can't wait to leave.

I would send him to a better school than this, but I can't afford anything right now. I'm trying to see if I can find a better job that pays more, but its hard for me. So, until then, he'll have to attend this school. And at least it gives him some education, right?

As I wave goodbye I open the door to leave. I stop in my tracks.

Right there in the school bus filled with kids coming out, is the shadow. What is it doing there? I question myself. And then, Don't they see it there?

I can't believe it followed me here. It never did that before. Oh, no. What can this mean? I want to scream at it to leave me alone! All the time it just sits and stares at me. Like now, it's just sitting there a black shadow in the back, and it's staring only at me. I run.

It's kind of hard because I have heels on but I reach my car. When I get there I shakily put the key in the ignition and start the car up. I speed out the parking lot. I don't know where I'm going, but I need to get away from it.

After about fifteen minutes of speeding to nowhere, I remember work. And I remember how angry my hot boss got yesterday when I was only five minutes late.

SHIT!

A/N: Okay, well this is officially my first story on my first account. YAY! Well I want to know if you like this story and if I should continue it. I'm not too sure right now, this idea just popped out of no where... Soo tell me your thoughts please!?