Each and every night before I go to sleep, I hear a voice whisper in my ear.  "I will find you my love, even if it's the last thing I do. I will make you mine". After I hear that, I can't go to sleep. I'm too panicked. I'm afraid it- or he will get me.

Eventually I fall asleep. Then in the middle of the night, I scream like bloody murder. My friend and roommate, Shannon, barges into my room and shakes me awake. "Rose. Rose! Wake up! Rose wake up!" I jolt awake and sweat is pouring down my face like rivers. I am gasping for air until it's too painful to breathe.

       After I calm down Shannon and I look at each other, not saying a word. She knows that I had that dream again, she didn't even have to ask. "You had that dream again?" Shannon asked. I shook my head yes as tears started to gather. Shannon had a look of a broken heart as she looked at my face. She brought me into a comforting embrace. As soon as they started the tears wouldn't stop flowing down my face.

     "Hey, shh, shh, shh. It's ok. It's not real. Nobody is coming." She said rocking me back and forth.

I can feel a someone staring at me, I can feel the eyes on my back, but I ignore it. I got out of her embrace and headed towards the window. The street was very dark at this time of night. "You can go back to your room, I'll be fine. Try and get some sleep." . Shannon looked very troubled when she got up but got up off my bed and went to the door. She looked at me once more and headed to her room. Eventually I went back into bed. I tried to get myself comfortable in my bed. I got into a comfortable position and found myself drifting. Before the sweet blackness consumed my mind, my last thought 'maybe I shouldn't have ignored the stare'.