I hear rustling in the bushes and I almost scream. I have to clamp my mouth shut with my hand.

It's just a bird walking around aimlessly. I hate birds.

I take a deep breath and work my way out from the embrace of the shrubbery. It's completely dark on the property, but a streetlamp from across the road is enough to help me navigate my way to the backyard.

The front gate won't open without electricity and I'm not strong enough to pull it open by myself. Even if I could, Sienna will hear me and kill me. I'm thinking that I might be able to jump over the backyard wall and into one of the neighbor's yards.

When I was a kid, I used to be terrified of the dark. I had to sleep with my bedroom light on all night.

It's almost like I knew what was coming ten years later.

I see Sienna and Willow standing on the porch and talking to each other. Willow is covered in her own blood and her eyes have been removed. She is no longer my Willow. She is Sienna's blood weeping Willow.

I hold my breath as I dash across the front yard and towards the garage. I don't think they noticed me.

I slip away into the garage through the door behind it. It's even darker in here, but I think I know my way around. Well, I hope I know my way around.

I remember that my dad keeps RedBull inside of one of the cupboards for when his nights are too long and he comes out here to build random stuff out of wood. I wonder if I'll ever live to see my dad again.

I need a caffeine kick desperately if I'm going to make it through the night without falling asleep.

I don't want to risk opening up the wrong cupboard and making a noise, though. I try my hardest to summon up the memory of which cupboard the RedBull is in, but it's not my memory that's the issue here. It's the darkness. The only source of light I have is the moonlight coming through the window, and it isn't enough.

I wonder if Willow wants to kill me, too. Willow was one of my best friends, and now she's teaming up with the town's urban legend to kill me.

I hope Lucy is okay.

I hope Lucy managed to escape from the property and to go get help.

I fold myself up uncomfortably into one of the shelf less, door less cupboards. This is the most uncomfortable hiding place in the entire world. I hope there aren't any spiders. The only thing that could possibly make this night worse are spiders.

My hip is touching something cold.

I hold my breath as I feel around for what it is.

It's a can of RedBull. I almost scream out in relief. For a second there I thought it would be Sienna's hand or something.

The morbid thought of whether or not Willow's body is cold yet enters my mind and I have to literally shake my head to get rid of the thought.

I open the can of RedBull and drink it in five massive gulps. I pull my hair up into a ponytail and I pull of my sweater.

Worrying about when you're going to die doesn't do much for lowering your blood pressure.
Taking your warm sweater off does.
I look down at my black Hello Kitty tank top and cringe.
If I die tonight, this will be my ghost outfit.
I'll roam around haunting Sierra in a Hello Kitty tank top and the neighborhood kids will laugh at me.

I try to be more optimistic. I think about all of the reasons that I have to fight for my life.

I think about my parents, I think about the sweet taste of graduating from high school, I think about the smell of my mom baking in our kitchen, I think about feeling the sunshine on my skin again, I think about all of the amazing things life has to offer me.

If there is life after tonight.