Fuck it. Fuck everything...and forget the fucking details. I'm being hunted down and I can feel its ominous presence lurking by. A shapeless form hidden by the heavy shadows within the night. Watchful. Ever so fucking watchful. VITAM. Like a curse written in blood with NO escape from it. I've tried. I've kept trying. From the very beginning til now. To put the icing on the cake...it's in the dead of winter....I am completely alone...and on the fucking side of the road in my smashed vehicle (cradled by some trees), trying to support my gushing body. There is a strange silence, except for the occasional breeze and my own slowing, ridged breathing. Fuck. I am trapped within my own damn self. It's my own blood engulfing my lungs, drowning me. I can see each shortened breath, like a crimson mist, beginning to blur. FUCK NO. I don't want to fucking die. A blackness is taking over. I can feel it. Moving swiftly towards me. GOD DAMN IT!!! IT'S FUCKING COMING!!!
Somebody. Anybody. Please...... PLEASE, help me.....
Chapter 1:- Remember Me.
"Hey Paige, it's Mary. I'm just calling to let you know that your mother is very sick. She wasn't gonna let you know...cuz, you know, it's around THAT time. Let me know when you plan on coming to visit. I know you don't stay very long...and honestly I don't blame you," a female voice stated through the muffled speakers of the answering machine, ".......guess what? Parker is dead. The police said he fell asleep and ran off the road. He died after smashing into the trees on the side of the road. I dunno. He seriously had it coming...being the ass he was." A long pause. "Well, don't think on it too much. It's only been seven years, but it'll be okay. Hope to see you soon. Bye."
Paige sat huddled against the frosty window pane, watching the sun slowly set. "Seven years, huh?" It was still just as painful. Never could she wipe the emotional or even physical trauma she had gone through that night. The night Cameron Jackson died. Her best friend. "Cameron, your birthday is just around the corner." Only one day of the year did she allow herself to close her eyes and remember what happened.