High school can be a living hell at times. Especially for the freshman's; not knowing where to go, a higher target on getting bullied, and other things that could happen to them in my high school. Luckily, I won't have worry about being a freshman, I'm more in the seniors. Finally.

But the only thing about being a senior for me is that I'm stressed out most of the time, only worrying about things that I shouldn't be worried about, having uncalled panic attacks most of the time, just way too many things.

Even my loved ones always say I shouldn't be so carried away in my studies and work. Just have a little portion of relaxation and less worry. Try me, that won't work on me at all, no matter how many times you tell me. Soon I hear my door open, followed by my mother saying:

"Sweetly, please rest yourself. It's not healthy to stay up this late at night. And plus, tomorrow is Saturday. Get some rest. That's all I'm asking of you, please..."

And then she left. Wow mom, not even a 'I love you' or 'Sleep tight', just straight up go to bed. Why am I complaining, she's right, it's not healthy to stay up like this. I shouldn't disappoint her.

I got up from my work desk, closed my Math textbook I was studying for Monday's test, turned my lights off, and walked over to my bed to sleep. Getting on my bed, I tried to get in the best comfortable position that will let me drift off to sleep faster.

Once I got that down pack, closed my eyes and let sleep take over me. That's when I could have sworn I heard someone breathing near me. I opened my eyes and sat up, looking left to right just to find nothing. No one is around me, it's just me. Maybe that was the wind hitting my windows.

Laying back down, I tried going back to sleep. Only to felt soft breaths on my collarbone up to my neck, teeth grazing across like something or someone was about to bite me. I flinched and shot open my eyes. The only light source was from the moon shining out my window, giving me an almost clear reflection of a man floating above me.

The man was about my age. He had dark silky hair, pale white skin, crimson red eyes, and sharps fangs based on how his mouth was open to surprise of me waking up. His cloths were also as black as his amazing hair. I was speechless, I couldn't think of anything to say. For one thing his face was slightly inches away from mine, but I could still see his face. And number two, I have no clue how he got in here. Then, he spoke:

"Well...Well...Well. Looks like my little kitty has finally awaken from her precious little slumber...how are you, my dear kitten~?"