When everything was brought into the new house and night came, Tristan was awakened by a noise. But when he opened his eyes, the dark room was still and silent.
He gazed around in confusion, wondering what had awakened him so suddenly. The moon cast shadows on the semi packed boxes that were shoved in a corner. Suddenly there was movement there and Tristan leaned forward to see what it was.
A girl came out of the shadows, behind the boxes, gasping and shaking. She had dark hair like him and same eyes when she reluctantly looked up at him. he lifted himself from the bed and stepped closer to her, ever so slowly.
" Are you alright?"​ he whispered. he took a step closer still until he saw those familiar eyes and pale alabaster skin.
She cringed back from him, as though afraid, and then forced a trembling smile. But her eyes, large and haunted, betrayed her. She was muddy and soaking wet, trembling uncontrollab​ly. Then she wrapped her chilled fingers around his arms and gasped desperately,​ " Tristan...Tr​istan, help me!"
Sitting up with a jolt, he looked around the room, confused. he looked toward the boxes and he had mixed emotions when he didn't find the girl hiding behind them. he was relieved she wasn't suffering and ice cold, but disappointed​ that she wasn't real.
Tristan remembered that the girl had touched his skin and hurried to the bathroom, flicking on the switch. he looked down at his arms and whimpered when he saw faint fingerprints​ imprinted on them.......