Mari always thought she was a normal type of girl:
The one who never got asked out, the one who constantly looked like she just woke up, and the one who was in love with her best friend.
During her father's funeral in England when she was five, Mari saw something no one else could see. A big, black dog with bright yellow eyes.
It turns out that there is a connection between the two, and her life spirals down as her eighteenth birthday grows closer and closer.
Mari kept her purse close. She had her earphones in and listened to the screams and cries of the men in her phone as she nodded her head to the beat. The city that she lived in wasn't the safest, but it also wasn't the worst. She continued to shift her eyes, waiting for a hooded man to charge at her.
Once she got to the neighborhood, she started to notice something strange. The lights above her that lit the roads were starting to burn out. Not consecutively, but randomly. She paused and looked around, wondering if it was some weird outage.
Mari continued walking, ignoring the lights, but once it started to get much darker, she started to worry. The only lights that she could clearly see were the ones coming from the inside of some houses.
The lights were turning off faster and faster and almost violently. Some of the bulbs exploded, causing the young woman to jump and wildly look around.
Finally, all the lights were out. All but one.
The lamp post in front of Mari was the one left standing, and the light it emitted created a little spotlight on the road.
A pair of yellow eyes appeared in the darkness, and it was coming much closer. Mari stepped back, unsure of what to make of the eyes. Was it a cat? Was it a freak wearing bright yellow contacts?
It was a black dog, and a big one at that.