The street is isolated. The night is cold. She shivers. Locked inside her head, her thoughts torment her… Pale. The color of the moon’s reflection in the puddle in the middle of the road. She keeps walking, her head hanging down. Even though she’s all alone, she feels a presence. The night is still, yet she feels a breeze against her neck. She knows it’s him. She breaks into a run but can still feel him next to her. A hand reaches out of the darkness surrounding her…it grabs her…she let’s out a scream that reaches hell….

...I woke to the sound of my own screaming. A nightmare. I’ve had one every night for weeks now. I’m always in them, watching, observing. Knowing that I must save the victim, yet unable to. And always before i wake, in the split second between dream and reality, I become the victim. The bruises that I saw, the pain I felt…I must save her. The fact the i don’t even know who she is, kills me. I glance at the clock. It’s green, neon light mockingly blinks at me…4:14am…