"You have to help us!" a blurry woman screamed trying to reach out for a guy.

"There's no one else who can save us, please help us," a child wailed looking like he was about to puke his guts out, as though something evil was lurking around.

I saw the world burning with a blazing fire and cracking like it had never done before. The screams of the people were always clear, haunting me like nothing else. Pointing fingers at me implying that I didn't help them.

I woke up in the middle of the night gasping for air to fill my lungs, a sheen of sweat coating my forehead. I try to calm down my rapidly beating heart but the reminder of their cries and screams from the nightmare made it difficult for me to breathe.

I've been having this dream for months now. People crying out to me to help them but all I can do is stand there terrified of what is happening. I can't help them; I can't save them.

I took long, deep breaths trying to calm down my anxious heart. Wishing that I could sleep well at least one whole night but I just lay on my bed instead staring at the ceiling, thinking about my life and all the other stupid things.

After a long time of staring my eyes started to feel heavy and I fall back asleep only to dream about a movie I had watched the previous night, note to self: never watch a horror movie on a school night.

That is when my alarm decided to scare the hell out of me, to remind me that it is time to start getting ready for attending the small and evil hell hole on this earth. Yeah, I'm talking about my school.

I shake my head as if that simple act could make those horrible nightmares go away. But we don't always get what we wish for, do we?

I look down at myself and sure enough I am all sweaty and probably stinky. God, why do people sweat after nightmares? I mean those dreams are bad enough but Nah, you've got to shower every day even in freezing temperatures. Sometimes I really wish I had some sort of temperature adjusting superpowers to help me at this time of the year.

After a quick shower I dress up and leave my room to go downstairs and into the kitchen to have some breakfast. I sighed disappointed that I won't have anyone sitting by my side talking about their plans for the day. But then again that's how things work in my family no one really has time for one another.

I heard my parents shouting at each other and throwing things around in pure frustration, the small smile that was present on my face quickly fades away. They have been fighting for as long as I can remember. I don't really understand why it still affects me, I should be used to it by now but unfortunately it still bothers me all the same.

"I don't even know why I deal with you two!" dad yelled probably by moving his hands around wildly like he always does.

"You just stole those words right out of my mouth and you're living with us because no one else can handle a person like you," mom replied. I know her well enough to guess she must have flicked her sleek blonde hair.

"People love me, alright."

"Yeah, sure the ones who are after your money," mom raised her voice.

"Stop talking to me and coming in front of me before I do something you'll regret," retorted dad.

I drop my food on my plate, they never thought what our child would think about this; we should stop. I shake my head and leave for school, cursing the people who thought that starting the school this early in the morning was a good idea. I mean seriously people? Do you not know how beautiful and sweet sleep actually is?

The walk to school is weird, I hear footsteps behind me. In my quite neighbourhood, you know the feeling when your gut screams at you that there is something or someone bad and sinister behind your back? Yeah, that's exactly what I am feeling right now, my back tingles in alarm in this cold weather of December but when I turn around, I don't find anyone. I guess I am just being paranoid. I mean why on earth would anyone follow me?

I ignore the feeling and try to walk faster to avoid listening to my parent's loud bickering. I'm glad that there is no one else on the street to give me looks filled with pity. My lip quivers as I think about the look Mr. Jalosbi gave me yesterday.

When I reach my school, I walk straight to my locker because I am late for class as I always am. My teacher Ms. Evans is going to clobber me. Okay, so maybe I am exaggerating a little bit, but seriously she gives the worst "death glare" humanly possible.

Just as I am about to enter the classroom Ms. Evans said, "Glad you decided to join us so early, Miss Adams," her voice full of sarcasm.

And the worst award for sarcasm goes to...yes you guessed it right...Ms. Evans. "Anything to stay away from you, my lady," I mumbled so she wouldn't hear me.

Sometimes I wonder if people think that the only legal way to torture someone is by teaching them. I mean why else would a teacher smile as bright as a star after giving you a detention. That's right ladies and gentlemen I got detention today with the most fake bright smile you can possibly imagine.

That stupid feeling of someone is still secretly watching me stays with me for the entire day but when I turn around in hopes of catching that creep red-handed and beat the hell out of him or her, no gender discrimination there, I find no one.

I shake my head thinking that I am being paranoid for absolutely no reason, I mean who in their right state of mind would follow me. It's not like I have anything to offer them.

My last class was biology which by the way is my favourite subject, my teacher Ms. Black was really sweet like a blessing shaped in the form of a human being, she offers me a small smile as I enter her classroom and then she starts explaining that day's topic.

I am probably the most distracted girl in this school, I do listen to the class, obviously but my eyes roam here and there observing people's reaction, they are quite funny actually like Jimmy on the left side is drooling on his books and wakes up startled barely trying to open his eyes and listen but fails horribly.

Just as I was exploring the class my eyes went to the window, there was a tall guy standing his eyes were in my direction, he was so close to the window that his straight nose was almost touching the glass, he had brown hair. He looked like he was probably in his thirties.

I frowned and looked here and there to see who he was watching but when I return my gaze to him, that guy strangely starts running as if some stray dog was after him which would have been funny. If I wasn't confused as to why anyone would be watching high school kids? And who he was watching? Why would someone watch and observe kids from a window? And why would they run? If I ever decided to be this creepy, I would stare at them with pride, just kidding. Maybe not.

The rest of the day was uneventful and boring, it always is when you're alone and an introvert with zero communication skills and friends. It's not like I never made friends but let's just say I prefer to stay alone after my bad experiences. I opened the door to enter my house without shouting 'I'm home' longing for a loving voice to welcome me inside.

These walls and roof never gave me the feeling of a home...it was a mere house. Home is where you are protected and cherished. I decided to take a nap first; I mean who would willingly do their homework first after a long day at school? Okay, don't answer that.

I wake up to the sound of a scream. At first, I thought that was my mom screaming because she saw a rat nearby but when the screaming didn't stop, I decided to take a look myself.

What I see would probably change my life forever.

The sight of my parent's blood gives me Goosebumps. My entire body goes numb, I try not to faint. There is a sinister figure standing by their side, the blood on his hands is illuminated by the light, my parent's blood. I watched as their chests were full of slashes and their clothes were torn apart. I just blink at them completely horrified. Rage bubbling up inside of me as I watch their bodies choking, gasping and struggling to breathe.

I feel a weird tingling sensation inside my body and that strange person starts twitching and groaning which was weird but I couldn't look away from him. His body twitched in a way that gave me a clear look of his face and my blood runs cold, this is the guy who was watching me through the classroom window earlier today.

My parents were deadly pale, their brown and black eyes wide open with no life and no glint. My father's hair were dishevelled, as if he had run his hands through them. He looked so alive yet he never moved, never responded. Salty tears run down my face as I fall to the ground shaking; my folk senselessly; begging them to wake up for me.

Everything happens so fast that it almost felt unreal. Like a nightmare which would go away the moment you open your eyes. I see their blood on my hands and feel like everything is closing in on me, and it gets difficult for me to breathe. It is their blood that is now all over me, my entire body goes numb and dizziness results in me ending up in a heap on the floor.

Fire and white thick smoke are the only things I see; it is an odd sight because the smoke is pure white just like clouds. I hear a voice in the calm surroundings, I hear as her (the voice's) chanting grows louder and louder, in a strange language that goes straight above my head instead of going into my mind and interpreting it. But I catch the last words, "Ynit se drou ysisiht."

When I finally wake up, I start shaking my head thinking about that horrible nightmare, it can't be real, right? My eyes wandered to the place where my parents are, that's when I realize it wasn't a nightmare but a horrible reality.

A shaky sob escapes from my trembling lips, how can anything happen to them? And why? Why would anyone do that to my parents? How could I live while they died? The only people I had.

I don't know what to do? What to feel? I still feel like it is my worst nightmare and that it would go away, it has to, right? I wouldn't be left alone; not after what happened. They are my lifelines, the only reason why I survived everything. But a part of me knew that this was all real, a harsh slap of reality that stole everything from me leaving me to rot here without them.

I was always a troubled kid who loved her parents deeply, even after seeing different shades of them. How could I not? I feel empty like nothing can ever fill that large hole the universe has gifted me.

I stare at their bodies as if that could flood them with life, but nothing happened, they never move an inch.

Every ounce of strength is drained from my body, nothing makes sense how did this happen? The suffocating feeling stays with me like an old friend and rage fills within me. I start searching for that murderer. I will kill him no matter what it costs me. He took everything from me and I will find him to get even and return the favor.

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A/N:- Hey guys how are you?

Let me know what you think about Maya. Do you like her so far?

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