Even with the light from the sun shining in through the windows, Callas stayed asleep. For once, she didn't wake up before her alarm went off. Jacob had finally sealed her window shut and she had no other problems with it. Which made her life a hell of a lot more easier and calmer. Callas had her arm hanging limply from the side of the bed, her hair knotted and sprawled out across the pillows while her mouth hung open slightly. Her body was laying diagonally across the bed, her blankets tangled around her legs before she began to kick them as her legs got too warm.

A groan left her lips when her alarm went off. Callas slowly opened her eyes and glared at it, cursing herself for not turning the alarm off yesterday. Her hand slammed down on the alarm before she turned to lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Someone knocked on her bedroom door, she furrowed her eyebrows, turning her head to the door as it opened. Reed popped his head in, carrying a cup of coffee and his own travel mug. He offered her a warm smile, opening the door more with his shoulder as he placed the cup down on the table, picking up her other empty cup from the night before. Callas sat up more yawning.

"So, I'm off to work," he told her.

"This early?"

Reed nodded. "Yeah, I promised Chief Swan that I'd come in early since I took the day off yesterday and half of Monday off." He watched as Callas rubbed her eyes. "Remember to call or text me if you need me to come home at any point, Chief Swan said he understood our situation, so I'm sure he won't mind."

Callas shook her head. "No, I'll be fine. You shouldn't have to leave work, I'm sure Gramps and Nana will be home if I need them." Reed hummed in response. "Besides, I'm probably just going to run for a while. Clear my head."

"Okay, I'll see you later when I get off work." He placed a kiss on her forehead before he placed the empty cup back on the table to ruffle her hair. Callas batted his hands away. Reed picked the cup back up, chuckling, before walking to her door. "Have fun," he told her as he closed the door behind himself.

She rolled her eyes, picking up the coffee cup, sitting against the headboard. Her eyes drifted to the window, her lips pausing at the rim of the coffee cup. Slowly, she placed the cup back down on the table, taking the blankets off her body, no cold air rushed to her skin, but she still shivered, goose bumps lined her arms and legs as she walked over, wobbling because of how slow she was going. Her curtains were open from the day before, but a faint red outline of a handprint remained on her window on the outside. Callas blinked, not believing that it was actually there. Her eyes darted towards the tree line, sighing when she saw nothing—why would she? It was probably just a practical joke. But who would do that?

Embry was there the other day, but he didn't have any red paint on his hand, and she had watched him leave on his bike. She also doubted any of the boys would have done it, they wouldn't be that cruel considering they knew how freaked out she was about it. Neither Paul or Jared would screw themselves over by getting her more annoyed at them than she already was. So, that ruled out all the boys, because she knew the others wouldn't have the heart to do such a thing and Henry was still stuck in the hospital. Besides, it wasn't there when she went to bed. Callas stepped back, realising how bad that sounded, it would have had to have happened while she was asleep if it wasn't there before she went to bed, and if Jacob had already sealed her window, then someone would have had to have climbed up.

She shuddered, not wanting to think about this again, but she knew it was going to linger in the back of her mind like the lasting smell of tobacco smoke and whiskey that still remained on her father's flight jacket. Callas walked back over to her bed, picking up the cup of coffee; she was going to need it. She sat down on the side of her bed, picking up her phone. A few messages were left by the boys, two by Henry and one from Embry. She opened by Henry's messages, she furrowed her eyebrows, not understanding a single word of what they said—so she guessed he was on strong pain medication and didn't know what he was doing. She opened Embry's message and smiled to herself:

Embry:
Hey, Cal. I just wanted to let you know that I did, in fact, get home safely. Well, I mean my mum found out that I snuck out of the house and she was pretty annoyed with me, but it's not all bad, I got to see you, so that's a win in my book. I'm not sure when you'll see this. So, if you see this before tomorrow; goodnight and sweet dreams, but if you see this on Wednesday; good morning and have a fun day without me. I know it will be tough, but try. See you for our date on Thursday.

A blush spread across her cheeks as she bit her lip, rereading the message a few times. She quickly finished off her coffee before she placed her phone down on her bed, getting up to walk downstairs. Silas was—predictably—on his single sofa, reading his newspaper. From what she could see, the car accident article was already in the newspaper, she could see a black and white picture of the accident, but it wasn't very clear, so she couldn't make anything out of it. He looked up from the article and smiled to her, closing the page, placing it on his lap as she let out a small sigh.

"Morning, Pumpkin. How're you feeling?"

Callas pressed her lips together, nodding her head slightly. "Uh, alright, you know."

Silas hummed. "So, who was that boy yesterday? The one hugging you for ages?"

"Oh." She laughed awkwardly, looking down at the back of the sofa as she picked at the throw blanket hanging off the back. "That's Embry, he's Jakes best friend." She nodded. "He's my lab partner in Chemistry." She mentally cursed herself—for what felt like the hundredth time since she came back to La Push—for bringing that up. She didn't need to bring it up. Why did she bring it up?

"I see." He smiled. "Well, he seems like a fine young man, maybe you should invite him over for dinner one day." Callas's eyes widened, but luckily Anya walked out from the kitchen, wiping her hands with a dish towel, scolding her husband.

"Si, leave the poor girl alone. She's barely awake, she hasn't eaten and you're already making a fuss." Anya grabbed Callas's shoulders, bringing her away from the sofa and into the kitchen. "We've spoken about this, Si. You don't get to question her about boys before I do," she heard Anya say before she followed Callas. "Sit down, Dear." She smiled.

"He's just a friend," Callas tried to defend, holding her hands out while placing her empty coffee cup on the table.

Anya looked at her over her shoulder. "I saw the way he looked at you."

"Nana! You were spying too?" She groaned, placing her forehead on the table.

"What do you expect? The TV shows at night are terrible. Besides, I thought you two were very cute together."

"We are not discussing this any further." Callas held her finger up in the air to silence the conversation.

Anya lowered her hand, lifting Callas's head up before placing the bowl in front of her. "Eat up." Anya smiled to herself before she walked out of the room and into the living room.

Callas picked up her spoon, shaking her head before she began to eat her cereal. Callas looked at her empty cup, looking inside before she shrugged, pouring orange juice into it, not bothering to get another cup when she could just use the empty cup she already had. She continued to eat in silence, occasionally glancing at the front door from where she sat, staring through the doorway from the kitchen to the living room. A warmth spread across her cheeks, thinking back to when Embry said he had bugged Jake all day for her address, just to see her for a few minutes. She quickly finished off her cereal and orange juice, placing the empty bowl and cup into the sink, along with the spoon before she walked back up the stairs to get dressed for running.

Zeus had followed her up the stairs, already getting comfortable on her unmade bed, burrowing his way under the blankets. Callas grabbed the corner of the blanket and tidied up her bed as best as she could with a Samoyed darting around underneath. She rolled her eyes, grabbing her running clothes and headed to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her, quickly brushing her teeth before she changed into her running clothes, tying her hair up in a messy ponytail, walking back out of the bathroom to place her pyjamas under the pillow. Zeus moved around a bit more as she sat down on the side of the bed to put her shoes on, bumping into her before laying down.

Callas rolled her eyes with a smile as she picked up her phone and headphones, turning to the lump under her blankets. "Guard my room, bud."

She turned back around, making her way down the stairs and towards the back door. Faintly, she could hear Silas and Anya say goodbye before she put her headphones on, placing the wire underneath her shirt and the phone in her back pocket, closing the door behind her, jogging towards the woods out the back and onto the path. She began jogging down the path until she came to the fork in the road, she bounced on her feet before jogging down the middle one, knowing it was longer than the path down to the beach. The birds in the trees chirped loudly, although barely noticeable over the sound of Callas's music. It was sunny along the path, despite being mostly covered by trees up above.

The branches and roots made for hard work to jump over as she ran, not slowing down to jump over the larger trunk that had been knocked over. Callas pushed her feet up, jumping onto the trunk before she jumped down, continuing to run again. Her eyes glanced to the right, knowing that the beach was down in that direction—she still didn't know how Reed was able to hear the water from far away, but she was trying to question him less and less since they arrived in La Push. Reed seemed to be more in his element than he ever had been since they came back home, which Callas was glad about. La Push had always held a special place in his heart—Callas's too, but she wasn't around for long to remember it very well.

Her head turned to the left, looking up the hill and at the area the first path had led to. She promised she'd wait for Reed, but she was a teenager, and teenagers make stupid mistakes. Quickly, she checked the time, it was 'eight forty-one a.m'. She groaned loudly, hating the fact she was being one of those stereotypical 'horror movie' people who investigated something that was meant to be left alone. Callas didn't bother turning back to the fork in the path, she, instead, began to climb her way up the uneven terrain and up the hill. The large trees and branches made for good grips as she pulled herself up, noting how much colder it got the further up she went, and how much darker it got, even when she would have been closer to the sun.

Her breathing deepened the more she climbed, not being used to climbing up it. Her legs burned slightly as she managed to reach the path, squatting down as she caught her breath. She looked down and cringed, not liking how much more higher up it looked compared to when she was lower down. Shakily, she pushed herself off the ground, turning back to face rest of the hill—which she would not be going up anytime soon. A loud sigh left her lips, she placed her hands on her hips as her eyes followed the rest of the path. Her expression fell when—from the distance—she could see someone standing there, not moving, facing her.

     "I'm too young to die," she whined to herself, walking backward, not wanting to look away from the figure in case it moved.

Callas continued to creep backward, noting that every time she did, the figure would step forwards. She shook her head, quickly turning around to run down the path, jumping over the logs and roots, pushing her feet to run faster. She kept swearing to herself as she ran down the steep path, wishing that she hadn't made the biggest mistake of her life. There seemed to be thorn bushes and sharper branches along this path, they cut into the skin of her arms and legs, burning slightly as the poison from the tips of the thorns broke off on her skin. The sweat rolling down her skin was equally as unpleasant as she made her way into a patch of harsh sunlight, scorching her already hot skin.

Her leg got caught on one of the overgrown roots, causing her to stumble and fall forward. She was prepared to meet with the stones on the path and the pointy twigs, but two arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her up. A scream left the back of her throat, burning as it bubbled its way up passed her lips. She pushed away from the body and quickly turned around with wide eyes. Her breathing was shallow and painful, her heart pumped quickly making her body feel warmer, her head ached with each thump, her legs felt weak and too tired to move as she stared at a familiar face that haunted her dreams for the past couple of years. Although this time, he didn't have ochre red eyes or sharp white teeth, his eyes looked more interested than cynical as he looked at her.

"Hello, Callas," he spoke slowly, crossing his arms over his chest as his lips tugged upwards.

"How do you know my name?" Her voice shook with fear as she tried to take a step back.

"Oh, don't be like that," his voice was cool like flowing water, something about him made her extremely uncomfortable—but she wasn't sure which part did. It could have been everything, but her mind was too foggy. "We've known each other for quite some time. Don't you remember me? I used to visit you every night. It's rude if you have forgotten a good friend like myself."

"Friend?" She asked in a light tone, her eyes never leaving his. She was terrified and she could still hear the music pumping from her headphones as they hung over the front of her shirt from where she had tucked them underneath her shirt from her pocket to stop the wires from catching on things.

"Yes." He grinned. "We are friends. It wouldn't kill you to think a little, now would it, Callas?" His voice grew darker as he got more annoyed.

"But you're—" She pointed at him.

He smirked, holding his arms out to the side. "I'm?"

"You're just a nightmare."

He pulled his head back. "Okay, I don't think I look that bad." He stepped closer. "If I was you, I'd watch your tongue around me. I'll be seeing you very soon, Callas, I can promise you that. Maybe next time you won't smell like a goddamn dog." His eyes were dark as his face got closer to her. "Until next time."

With the simple blink of her eyes, he was gone. Callas's breath shook as she looked in front of herself, seeing nothing but an empty space. She quickly spun around, seeing nothing once more. She quickly took her phone out, turning her music off. Her eyes caught sight of the time, she knew she hadn't been out longer than an hour but her phone said, 'eleven fifty-eight a.m.' and suddenly she wasn't so sure of herself. Her eyes looked up from her phone, there was no one around, no sign of anyone else, yet she had been standing barely two feet away from someone who she knew was real, he had stopped her from falling for crying out loud. Callas felt sick, tears pricked her eyes as she cautiously made her way down the rest of the path, unsure of what she was meant to do now.