Everything was perfect. Everything is perfect. My day with Alex, Rebekah, and most importantly Elliot is something I'll never forget.

After our pizza date, the four of us split up into pairs. Alex and Rebekah left in his car to go to a movie, while Elliot and I, well, we just had fun.

We jumped on his precious motorcycle and drove around town, enjoying the view. We rode around for hours, just enjoying each other's company. We talked about any and everything, hitting important topics like my parents and his and unimportant topics like our favorite foods and movies.

I learned so much about Elliot. His favorite color is green, which is ironic since it was his green eyes that drew to him in the first place. His mother was one of the most important people in his life. Elliot told me about how beautiful she was, and how she didn't have a mean bone in her body. His father, on the other hand, was a very strict man. He gave no room for error, and that made Elliot's life a bit more hectic, always trying to live up to his father's expectations. I learned that Elliot has a deathly fear of  rabbits, specifically the "white ones with the devil red eyes." We laughed for hours. The two of us bonded over our loses, but most of all we

We talked until the sun went down, and we could have talked all night long, but dark clouds loomed over us and before we knew it water poured from the skies. Elliot handed me his leather jacket and fastened a helmet to my head and we're off.

I feel free as the wind blows through my hair and rain pounds against us. Elliot's shirt clings to him as we speed down the highway. I slid my hands under his shirt and I feel his muscles clench. His skin is freezing as the cold rain pelts us and his jacket feels heavy on my shoulders. I bring my legs up and wrap them around him, matching my arms. I give him a quick squeeze and try to pass on some of my warmth.

He lets go of the handle bars with one hand and places it on my leg. He rubs his hand back and forth, acknowledging my attempt, but quickly goes back to driving with both hands.

Thankfully we make it to my place unharmed but completely soaked from head to toe. My hair is plastered to my face and I drastically push it out of the way. Elliot climbs off his bike and pulls me off with him. He grabs my face with his hands, slamming his lips into mine. I bring my hands to his waist and moan as his tongue flicks across my bottom lip. I gladly open for him and thunder strikes behind us.

The sounds of the thunderous clap causes me to jump in Elliot's arm and a laugh falls from lips. Elliot chuckles with me and he pulls me in closer. Rising to my tiptoes, I bring my lips close to his, but instead of kissing him, I grab his face and drag my tongue across his cheek. I taste the rain on his skin while also distinctly tasting Elliot.

Pulling away from a smirking Elliot, I run towards the house. I hear him behind me as I make my way across the yard. I don't get far and I feel his strong arms come around me, but my feet slip as the wet ground gives way. We fall, tangling into each other. Mud seeps into my already soaked clothes. We roll around, fighting for dominance, but Elliot wins out. Holding himself above me, Elliot grabs a handful a mud next to my head.

"Don't you dare," I warn.

Grinning, Elliot smears the mud down my cheek much like how my tongue glided across his just moments earlier. His hands lingers on my face and slowly comes to the back of my neck, cradling it. Elliot brings his head down and our lips meet again as the rain continues to pour down around us.

"We're going to get sick," he mumbles against my lips.

"I don't care," I try to lean up for another kiss, but I'm met with a blank space.

"Come on," He stands and pulls me up, "I can't let you get sick on our first date together. Your Gran would never let me out with you again."

My cheeks hurt from the constant smiling. "Date?"

His eyes sparkle, pulling me towards the door. "Yes, date. And it won't be the last."

He pushes me against my front door, and gives my one last kiss. I keep my eyes closed even after I feel him pull away, savoring his taste. I hear his deep laugh, and feel his heat leave me as he walks away.

I only open my eyes when I hear the sound of his motorcycle coming alive. He turns his head to me one last time and gives me a slight nod just before driving off.

Thunder and lighting strike again and I quickly fish out my keys to unlock the door. I slam the door behind me and turn back into it. Resting my forehead against the wood, my entire body is filled with happiness. I can't help but feel giddy as I go over the details of today. I pull Elliot's jacket closer around me and inhale his scent that remains. I'm addicted.

Nothing could ever ruin this perfect night.

After finally calming myself down, I take off my dripping wet shoes and carefully make my way through the pitch black house. Since it's almost midnight, Gran is more than likely already asleep, so I quietly feel my way into the kitchen that leads to my bedroom.

My hand meets the cold, hard surface of the kitchen counter across from the sink and I follow its shape across the kitchen. My socks are suddenly soaked from some liquid covering the floor. If there's one thing I hate most, it's wet socks. Grumbling, I yank off one sock. I bend down to take the other off when my foot skips out from under me.

I fall into a heap and whatever liquid that had soaked my socks begins to seep into my pants and shirt as well.

"Shit," I mumble. Gran must have had an accident which explaining the mysterious liquid dirtying the floor.

I pull myself up onto my knees and carefully feel my way up the kitchen counter. Grabbing the edge of the bar, I heave myself up careful not to slip again. Quickly flicking on the lights, I turn on the faucet to clean the mess off my hands.

Red.

All my eyes see is red. Thick, dark liquid cover the surface of my hands. A dark hand print rests on the wall from where I turned on the light just moments ago. My handprint isn't the only thing on the wall. Splashes of red litter the entire wall in front of me. It looks like someone grabbed a gallon of red paint and threw it at the wall.

I can feel my body shaking as I grip the edge of the counter. My heart pounds against my chest for the fear of what lies behind me. My eyes clench shut and a single tear rolls down my face.  I finally force myself to turn towards whatever lies before me.

Pools of blood cover the tiled floor. I'm actually surprised it took me so long to slip because it touches almost every inch of the kitchen. A trail of red leads out of the kitchen into the adjoining hallway towards my bedroom.

Trying my best to avoid the splattered blood, I tiptoe around into the hallway. I keep my eyes locked on the ground, afraid of what lies ahead. That's when I see it- when I see her.

There, in front of my bedroom door, lies Gran. Her body is angled so I can't see her face, but there's no denying the woman that lies before me.

A strangled cry gargles out, and my knees instantly hit the ground. I crawl over to the beautiful woman that raised me. Her once white nightgown is completely red. Her white curled hair fans around her face with a single strand over her face.

"Gran," I whisper, pushing the stray hair out of her face. My bloody hands leave a streak of red in her white hair. Tears run down my face as a another sob tears from my throat.

I grasp her frail shoulder and gently shake her, "Gran, hey. It's me, Chloe," I shake her harder. "Please wake up. Please."

Hysteria final hits me as I search frantically around the hallway for something to save her. I press my hands against her chest and start chest compressions. An opening in her nightgown falls open and a long ragged cut starts from under her breast down to her lower stomach shines through.

"Oh god," Vomits crawls up my throat. My own hair falls into my tear stained face. Pushing it back, I begin to mimic the movements Elliot had done to me at the lake.

Up and down, I pump with all my strength, looking for any sign of life, "Please Gran," I splutter, "Don't leave me. You're all I have left." Blood from her wound gushes out with each chest compression, and my hands turn completely red as it flows over top them.

Something overtakes my body. It's like, I'm watching over myself in another form. That same burning feeling from my almost rape and Kathleen's "accident" come back full force. The lights around me flicker and I distinctly hear glass shattering in a room or two over.

My body is filled with a staticy feeling. It's kind of like when you rub your feet across carpet and you literally have electricity at the touch of your fingertips. That's what I felt, but so much more.

I don't see the yellow,white sparks fly off my hands as I continue to pump Gran's chest until it's too late. An electrical shock ripples down my arms and into my hands. As I push against her chest one last time, the electricity leaves my hands and transfers into her body. Gran's body heaves upward, my hands becoming some sort of defibrillator. Another light bulb explodes, but this time closer to my head. Glass shatters down around us. My nose is hit with the scent of burnt hair, and I pull my still pulsing hands away from Gran.

On her chest I find two black hands - my hands. Whatever I did, I singed the tiny hairs off of Gran's chest and burnt through parts of her nightgown as well. I couldn't move, the shock stilling me. Looking down at my hands, they appear no different than they have before.

A flicker of light flashes before me and I snap my head upward looking for the culprit. Across the hallway hangs a mirror. I've walked past it almost everyday for the past 17 years. I remember back to when I would always make sure to check over myself before leaving the house with this exact mirror.

But what I see today is nothing like I've seen before. Staring back at me, I find myself. My dark hair is almost black, still wet from the pouring rain outside. My face is as white as a ghost but traces of Gran's blood mark it as well. It's my eyes that cause my heart to stop. My normally pale blue eyes now shine back at me. Literally. The once pale blue is replaced with white. There is no pupil or iris, just pure white nothingness with a hint of yellow.

"What the fuck," I scramble backwards away from the horrendous sight. I slip on the wet blood covering the floor, but catch myself before I fall flat in my face.

Pushing off with everything I had, I did that only thing I knew how to do.

I ran.