Dry, describe my throat burning from every shallow I took. My hands hurt plus my head felt like heels stab it repeatedly.

I woke up but my eyes didn't agree with me. But when I finally open them, I saw my room 'oh thank god' I was still alive. The ice cold feeling left my heart as I saw Shasha and a police man talking.

I overheard a little detail of it being a gas leak and of a janitor finding me in the room.

But that didn't explain the knock on the door before. I search the the room for the brown box but I couldn't find it.

Your up sis" Shasha lazily said coming closer to the bed. "Shas what happen and have you seen a box" I said concernly still searching.

"Whoa whoa take it easy Eli" she got up to a stand "I'll look for it for you and please you shouldn't over work yourself" the worry present in her eyes cause me to stop, it didn't felt well to cause her any worries.

"I'm sorry shas I'm just kinda stress from the whole situation" Rubbing the back of my neck I said laying down more comfortable.

"Its all good, just take it easy" She said moving towards a tray full of food. "Here eat you haven't eaten from yesterday" she gently place the tray on my lap. I gratefully said thank you and dig in.

"But thats weird though" she said within the silence, "what is" I said with a full mouth, her laugh reach my ears I look up when she wipe the food away from my lips.

"Gross Eli" she giggled, openly enjoying the view and her smile warm as ever.

"That janitor sis" she said now faced with a serious expression "he was in here and all he did was stare at you when the police ask a question he just stare, that creep me out" she dramatically shudder and believe me I did too.

She gave me a heads up that she called the police from before she left the dorm not feeling comfortable with the whole stalker attack. I was greatful for that cause before anything could happen the police was here.

I know I shouldn't be out of bed getting ready for class but who can blame me. I need to go to classes my dream can't take off like this.

As I went through the door I came face to face or is it face to hood with the creepy janitor. Its strange he stop what he was doing and look up but his brown sharp eyes price my skin.

He continue to do what he was doing but deep down I know I needed to say thank you.

"Excuse me" he didn't acknowledge me 'thats not rude at all', note my sarcasm

"Umm I like to say thank you" I said a little sweetly, but you guess right he didn't bat an eye at me. I release a sigh noting thar he wasn't a talkive one.

A step aside him not wanting to come in this way. Its a weird feeling that cause me to turn around.

It doesn't help when I saw his cold eyes looking at me. Believe me when I say I ran from there.

Again with those brown eyes.

It felt strange to be going to school on the second day. The joy wasn't there like it was before, its clear why I felt this way.

The atmosphere alone didn't sit right I know I shouldn't be here after all that happened.

It might be strange but every step I took added more fear as I felt icy cold shivers ran down my spine.

The compound was empty not a soul in sight but I may be mistaken I'm always mistaken but not today footsteps were heading in my direction.

It didn't cause me to slow down heck no my feet began to walk even faster. But I didn't feel the person getting closer might be my mistake and nerves.

If anyone saw me they would think I'm a psycho. No one wants that.

The day went on as planned no weird nonsense the teachers seem nice and plently of homework don't know why I'm smiling.

The halls was silent didn't see Sasha for the whole day might be putting on a show in her dance class.

The sound of something tumbling rang through the halls. A broom and couple buckets lay carelessly, I stop what I was doing until I shook myself to help as the creepy janitor gather what he could.

Call it intictics but I didn't miss the way he pause burning holes through my head but I didn't dare look.

Even when he grab my hand forcing its movement to stop "I don't need your held" as if death was present on his tone he slightly whispered. I forgot about him holding my hand until I felt the raw squeeze.

Hurriedly got up causing my hand to release, it hurt that was as clear as day but one thing for sure I didn't miss the smirk present on his thin lips.

I stood shock scared atleast thats how I feel the way he did that brought fear. I didn't even hear the doors opening letting out the student his form was no where in sight.

I choose to avoid it since I won't understand it. I walk in cynic with the other students heading to the direction of the dorms.

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Shasha decided that the long day of classes call for a movie night. And of course I complain but she mention short movie night.

Don't get me wrong I enjoy the times I spend with her but school is the only way I can make up for my memories.

Imagine growing up having no clue who you are and everyone around you trying to make it clear but nah it ain't connecting.

I cluelessly sat there my mind looking over the television, that janitor scared the living shit out of me but I feel bad not telling shasha. I just mindlessly apologize to her and went on with the night.

There wasn't much to do considering that I couldn't sleep running from those nightmares.

Shasha on the other hand slept the night away with the television watching her. I could only laugh at the way her mouth was open.

A weird sound came from the left of the room, I might be going crazy or its just the need to go to sleep but I swear someone stood in that corner looking straight at me.

My movement was still, causes my breathe to get stuck in my throat.

I wanted to scream believe me but all of that would be in vain, I try to wake Shasha but all I felt was an empty space.

"Its my time to play bitch" his voice a menacing tone leaving trials of shivers to crawl at my skin.

What was happening?