"I'm going to count to thirty." Sienna says slyly.
I hate the sound of her voice.
I'd happily hide away from her, but thirty seconds isn't long enough to fight for your life.

"So we have thirty seconds to hide?" I ask. My anxiety intensifies with each passing second. This is worse than that time I accidentally put bleach in my little brother's dog's water.

"That's the point of counting." Sienna says. If she had eyes, I'm sure she'd be rolling them at me.

"Let's just get this over and done with." Candice sighs. I can tell by the look in her eye that she doesn't believe we'll survive this.

I don't want to get this over and done with, I want to go back in time and slap myself senseless. The legends are true. It doesn't matter how they originated or what kind of demon she is.

Sienna begins counting and we all scramble out of the kitchen.

Candy and Willow dash down the hallway leading to the bedrooms on the first floor and the staircase leading up to the second floor of the house.

I run to the living room and I open the glass sliding door quietly and hide in one of the bushes. I have to make it out of this alive. I refuse to even except the possibility of death at the hands of this evil creature.

My cellphone starts vibrating in the pocket of my jeans. I don't want Sienna to hear it, so I throw it into the swimming pool.

I regret that decision instantly, because I could've used my cellphone to call the police. I might as well be dead already. I have just dug myself a metaphorical, cellphone shaped grave.

I hide in the bushes for what feels like an eternity. My legs begin to cramp up and my heart begins to ache. Will I ever see my family again? My little brother used to irritate me so much. I would give anything and everything just to hear him run around our house like a maniac.

Will I ever see the light of day again? It's so dark out here that I can't even see my own hand. All I can make out are the leaves in front of me. They look blurry and hazy, like something out of a dream.

Maybe this is a dream, maybe I'll wake up in a few seconds in my bed back at home.

Maybe I'll wake up and hear the sound of my mom singing in the kitchen.

Maybe I'll wake up to the sound of my alarm, and instead of grunting at it, maybe I'll be grateful to hear it.

Maybe the sun will stream through my window and I'll see the light of day again.