I felt the chills go down my spine as the cold hand gripped my shoulder. I closed my eyes, trying to block out all the sound around me, I felt the world spinning around me, faster and faster with each moment. I felt the air go in through my lungs, it was cold air, winter air. I opened my eyes and turned around, no one was there. I picked up my pail and headed home. It was winter time and snowing, but it wasn't quite cold enough to freeze the water just yet. So every morning mom would have me go get a pail of water from the bank down in the woods of our house. I was always afraid, but I never let my feelings show. I felt y foot get stuck imbetween something, and fell to the ground. "Ugh!" I moaned as I hurried to get back up to see if I spilt the water. As I picked the pail back up I heard their footsteps running through the woods, their whispers saying unheard things to one another.

I looked around for a moment, and then backed away adn headed to my home. I heard the voices getting louded, the footsteps getting faster. I dropped the pail and started to run. I finally saw the smoke coming from our chimney and our little cottage. "Mom!" I screamed as I got closer, a few seconds later she opened the door and gave me a questioned look. "Move! Get inside!" She moved out of the door way as I came running in and then asked me, "Where's the water?" Unable to breathe, I panted like some dog and spun my wrist in a circlular motion. My mother looked at me like I was crazy, I pointed out the window and her eyes widdened. "Again?" I nodded my head, holding myself in my father's rocking chair. She sighed and closed the curtains.

"I don't understand why he won't tell the to leave you alone..." I felt too scared to answer, they might be able to hear me. For the past 3 years of my life, I have been running from un-seen faces that follow me every where I go. I know who sent them after me, my boyfriend's older brother. Kyle. And I know what they are, they're Watchers. They watch me as I sleep, when I'm with my friends, when I eat, or even when I sit down in the living room to read my book. The Watchers will never go away, not until me and Kyle's little brother Gaven and I stop seeing each other. We were 13 when we became interested in one another, when we decided to be more then friends. Since that day, nothing has been the same for me. Or even Gaven in that case. Gaven gets flooded with questions about how I treat him, if he gives a wrong answer, I get beaten. And I'll never be able to know what it was for. Sometimes, I think they come after me just to scare me.

It sounds like something The Watchers would do ya know... Today, Gaven had answered another question wrong, and they were going to beat me for it. It's never a short punishment for what ever it is I have done, it always last for an hour or so. They would tie my hands with barb-wire and tough rope that would rip and burn my skin as I would be jumbled around, being abused by each one of them. My mother suggest I leave Gaven. But you wouldn't understand, I have cared about Gaven since we weren't even old enough to talk. He's always cared about me, he always let it show. But I'd pretend I had nothing to do with him and was interesed in other guys. But it was always Gaven, it had to be him.

The days he would look at me with a sadder look each time, and say, "Would you date me if you weren't dating..." I'd always wait a moment, and then sharply say no before returning back to my school work. Gaven wasn't someone everyone would go after, but a good magority of girls that had not heard of his previouse heart breaking experience with girls. Gaven would say yes just to make the girl feel happy, then dump her. Or, he'd say he loved her, and dump her a short while after. Everyone calls him a jerk, but so am I. Cold hearted, makes fun of the weak, hunts the poor, and steals from the rich. Gaven and I were in this together, he was always right by my side...