Prologue

He was watching me again today. I know I should be scared, but I'm not. Instead I feel... anticipation. As if it's just a matter of time. For what, I don't know.

I'm not saying I'm not scared at all, just that I'm not scared of him. But I am scared of whatever is coming. Because I know something is coming, or someone.

And it has everything to do with this boy.