I ran through the streets, heart pounding, feeling as if it is going to burst out of my chest.
There was no time to slow down, my life was at risk.
Panting like crazy, I reached a dead end at a high hill. No jumping would be possible or it was a sure chance of dying.
I whipped my head around, watching the boy run closer and closer to me, his red eyes staring deeper into my soul at every inch closer.
Slowing down his pace, he caught up to me, grabbing my wrist.
"Got you now."
I shot up from my bed, my crystal eyes widening. Ever since my friend told me about the kid Zayn, I seem to have nightmares of him coming after me.
I've never seen him around school, so he must be the shy type, or he just never shows up.
My friend keeps saying he's dangerous, and that's what has been causing these horrible dreams every morning and night. The weird thing is, I have never seen him before, but it seems to be the same jet black haired guy, chasing me in my dreams, that goes by the name Zayn.
For some reason everyday I go by his house, next to mine, I feel the need to knock. Say hello. Meet my neighbors. But I was told not to, because of the boy standing behind the old woodened door.
Being eager as ever, I slipped on a jacket, and pants. Grabbing my winter boots off my shelf, I trudged downstairs to the door.
Cursing at the pouring snow before me, I walked to the Malik's, head held down low.
It was around seven in the morning, and my parents always slept until nine on the weekends, and my friend slept until ten. She lived right across the street, and told me sometimes, she would see the light of the Malik's house go on at six, so I knew they'd be up.
Reaching the door, my shaky, frozen hand, came in contact with the door, giving it a loud knock.
The door was slowly opened, revealing a girl around my age, in a tank top and leggings.
"Hi! My name is Waliyha! You must be our neighbor! Come on in!"
Before I could speak, I was yanked into a large room, a black chandelier hanging above.
"My parents are out, but I'm sure my brother Zayn would love to meet you! Let me go get him! Sit."
Agreeing with the sweet girl, I sat down on the leather couch, making a squeaking sound as I did so.
Waliyha ran upstairs, knocking on her brother's door. "Our neighbor is here! Come meet her."
I looked up the long stairway, watching the tired boy walk down them. His eyes met mine, and they turned darker, making me tremble in fear of what he was possibly capable of.
"Hi my name is Zayn. You must be Natalie. I've heard of you at school. Sorry you never see me, I am in different classes across the hall."
He doesn't seem bad, maybe he is really nice and Claire was wrong.
"Yes that's me! Nice to meet you Zayn." I shook the boy's hand, examining the tattoos running up and down his body.
Is he even old enough to be getting those?
I noticed Waliyha leave the room, and Zayn's grip get tighter on my wrist. My eyes opened up fully, looking into his brown eyes once again.
"Get out."
"What?"
"Get out, before I hurt you." I pulled my hand out of his grasp, sprinting out the door. As I walked out I turned to see Zayn drop to the floor, and his eyes turn red.
I am never going back there again.
