"Roan, shut up! Did you hear that?!" I franticly asked. Roan put a finger up to his lips, quieting my questions. Soon we heard footsteps sounding off over our heads. The invader was entering the living room. Whoever barged into my house had somehow found a key to my house. The only people that had keys to the house was my parents, myself, and Roan. Fear gripped my stomach, sweat coated my hands. Somehow I knew that it was him. My kidnapper. He has found me, and he has come to finish what he started.

"Roan! It's him!" I squeaked. The footsteps then started to head towards the kitchen, and once he was in the kitchen he would surely find the stairwell leading down to where we currently were. He would find us. He would finally find me. Without realizing it, I clutched onto Roans grey shirt, fearing that this is where it ends. This is where my life really ends. My kidnapper has come to finish what he has started once and for all. Evelyn Raven will be no more. The person is going to kill me and Roan. They will find our bodies in a few days when my parents come home, I think to myself. The cops wont even know what happened to us.

As the footsteps become quicker and closer, my heartbeat becomes more rapid. With each step I say goodbye to all of the family members that I will miss. Bye Aunt Martha, I love you. Bye little Maggie, who I will love forever and ever until the end of time. Bye mom, thanks for being the best and being there for me all through my high school dramas. Bye dad, you were an amazing dad. Bye grandpa Wayne, I will always remember your advice on how to shoot a 50 cal. Muzzleloader. The list can go on forever.

After I have finished saying goodbye to everyone in my head, I think of all the best memories, and accept my inevitable and gory fate. I feel Roan's shoulder tense underneath my fingers when the footsteps stopped right above our heads. Just like that the footsteps stop, just like that my heart stops. Roan and I sit in silence for what feels like a million years, but in reality it was only a few minutes.

"I'm going to go check the hall," Roan said to me. "Don't move." If Roan was scared his voice didn't betray him; he sounded like he was about to go whoop someone's ass. Roan then got up off of the couch and slowly approached the door, cautiously watching it as if it were a dangerous animal. When he reached the door, he firmly grasped the gold painted doorknob, then he yanked the door open. I was surprised when the door didn't fly off of its hinges. Luckily, there was no one behind it. I breathed a sigh of relief. Roan motioned for me to come over. I clumsily obeyed, staying right behind him the whole time he walked up the stairs that lead up to the kitchen.

When we reached the top of the stairs there was a chair knocked over; the only thing that was noticeably out of place. There was also a torn piece of paper sitting on the mahogany table. I don't remember that being there before. The light paper stood out against the dark, chocolaty wood. Roan must have noticed the scrap piece of paper too, because he walked over to it, swiftly snatching it from the table. He seemed to stare at the words for a long time, studying them. His face was red, his other hand was clenched into a tight fist.

"What's that?" I asked in a gentle voice. I didn't want him to know how scared I truly was. I didn't want my voice to show how much I was shaking. I gradually pried the paper from his tight grip, reading the slanted scrawl on the piece of paper. Tears flooded down my cheeks, a whole new fear replaced the old. The note said: "You can't protect her forever."

I dropped the note as if it were on fire, while trying to choke down the sobs that escaped my lips. I put a trembling hand over my mouth while tears pooled in my eyes. I gave a desperate look to Roan, who hadn't moved a muscle. Please, tell me it's not true, I wanted to say. Please let this be just some crewel, sick joke. Please don't say what I know is true. But deep down, I knew that even Roan couldn't pull off that big of a lie, even if I thought he was a spawned bastard from the fiery pits of hell.

In my peripheral vision I saw red smeared on the wall by the fridge. I turned towards the wall, observing the red that dripped down the wall, reminding me of bloodied tears. Painted on the wall, in what looked to be blood, was a message. If this doesn't send me over the edge, I don't know what will, I thought. Another horrific cry escaped my lips as I read the words: "I'm here bitch."

"Roan," I croaked, pointing a finger towards the mutilated, disturbed wall. I was scared, so scared. I was scared for myself and my family. This person could potentially hurt, or worse, kill someone in my family. I was also scared for Roan, who would be an innocent person killed because of me. If he got hurt, or if anybody got hurt because of me, I would be devastated. I don't want anyone to get hurt over me; that would be silly. It was me who this sadistic killer wanted, not Roan or my family. It seemed like everything hit me all at once, like a piano that had fell from the third story of a house. I was so shocked that I had to sit down. These feelings and thoughts were too much to take in at one time.

The first thing I realized was that this person, whoever they may be, has found me. This person has found me and has somehow obtained a key to my house, granting them permission in and out of it whenever they please. The second thing that had dawned upon me was that they were not afraid, or even phased, by the police. If they dared to come into my house while Roan was here, I'm pretty sure they didn't care about police or jail. The last thing that I had comprehended was the most frightening of all. I had suddenly realized that I this whole time I thought I was safe, I was wrong. I wasn't safe. I never would be.