Daryan's friends had grabbed me from behind, and I was being forcefully shaked. It was as if they were trying to break me. The green eyes that were Daryan's grew larger, the colour deepening and swiftly changing to a deep red, and then a brown, and through all the previous colours that had floated around me. The hands on my arms were cold, their fingers digging into me as if they feared I would simply disapear. The eyes shifting colours in front of me settled once more, into that familiar emerald green, and for a moment time stood still.My breathing slowed, I stared into his eyes, and the hands around me loosened slightly. My eyes widened in horror as Daryan rushed forward, a sharp pain shooting through my body. I screamed out in pain, clutching at my neck with my suddenly free arm.And as the pain grew stronger, the hands slipped away, but the shaking continued, as did my screaming. My neck was burning, the pain I felt unlike any other, it was almost unbearable. And it was to grow stronger, and whether I was able to live through it I knew not. And it didn't matter, I was ready to die if this was the time, and as the darkness began to retreat, my screaming became less frenzied.I gasped as the pain surged through my body once more, and my fingers dug into the soft skin at my neck, where the pain had started. The shaking grew stronger as I undoubtedly felt my fingernails peirce my skin, and, unfortuanatley, the pain growing stronger. I screamed again, unable to hold back the outbursts I was always prone to when I was in pain, and my eyes flew open, revealing my room."Karina, honey, let go of your neck!" I heard mum screech, but the pain persisted and I was unableto loosen my grip. Laughter echoed in my ears as a warm liquid rolled down my neck from where my fingers were, and mum grew evermore terrified. "Karina!"She grabbed my arm, pulling with all her might, forcing me to let go. And then a figure appeared at my door. I screamed again, this time because the figure was almost the exact same as from moments before. A black figure, with blue eyes shining in the moonlight, stood in my doorway, while mum sat with her back turned. "Mum, run!" I choked out, tears spilling from my eyes as I thought of what was to come. But she wouldn't move. She was still trying to pry my hand from my neck. "Mum!" I screamed, my voice breaking as I pointed to the figure, who dashed away as mum turned round. "Karina, just take your hand from your neck. It was just a dream and you're hurting yourself!" her voice broke, and I realised with a start that she was crying too. I felt a fresh jolt of pain, but this time in my heart, for mum was crying because I was in pain. Did she know I was going to die? Was that why she was trying to hard to bring me back?"Please, honey, take your hand from your neck, it was only a dream." her voice became calmer as I looked at her face, the tears streaked on her cheeks shining in the moonlight. "It was only a dream, Karina, you're okay." I quickly glanced to the doorway, and then around my room, but the figure was nowhere in sight. I loosened my grip, allowing my hand to fall to my lap, while more liquid came from the wounds I had caused myself. Mum smiled up at me, grabbing my clean hand and dragged me into the bathroom while I searched franticly for any sign of who had been in the doorway. "Sit down, and let me see your neck." mum cooed, her eyes gleaming now that I was no longer causing myself damage. I smiled back, wincing slightly as she dabbed anticeptic on my neck."I've never seen you that bad with your dreams before..." she mused."Mum, where's John?" I questioned, trying to pin an identity on the figure. Silence issued after my question, and I looked down at mum. "Where's John mum?"She took a deep breath and wrapped a bandage around my neck, "John had to back to the city. Something happened with his mother, and he had to check to see if she's okay. She had some sort of accident and ended up in hospital."My heart raced at her words, and panic swelled over me again. John was in the city. That meant it wasn't John in the doorway. Someone was in our house, someone had been watching as we had struggled. I screamed again, making mum jump and drop the scissors which cut into my leg. She turned my face around to face her, trying to calm me down while she began to panic at the fresh blood pooling around us. I didn't even feel the pain."Mum, there's someone in the house."