• A scream pierced the morning air, waking Aurianna from a deep sleep. Aurianna bolted upright in her king size water bed, her homemade quilt sliding off of it and to the cold, hard wood floor. Aurianna's long, fiery, red hair was a mess of large flowing curls. Her bright, crystal eyes shinned in the dawn light coming in from her window, alert and scared.
    She jumped as another scream rang out, her olive skin running pale as it resonated against her ear drums. She quickly slipped out of her bed, her silk black night gown flowing around her knobby knees. She raced across her room, ignoring the piercing cold against her bare feet, and to her old window. Aurianna looked out, seeing beyond her large backyard and to the edge of the small woods bordering her property line. She jumped, once again, as she saw a small white figure race through the tall evergreens and maples.
    Taking a closer look, Aurianna saw that the pale figure was a small child! Gasping, she hurried to her drawers and pulled out a pair of blue jeans, slipping them on and sprinting out her home. Her long legs carried her across her yard and into the trees. Aurianna stopped, her breathe already heavy in the cold morning air, blowing out small bursts of smoke. She whirled around looking for the child, when she heard another scream. Aurianna took off, not hesitating to follow it.
    Her bare feet slipped and slided in the cold, wet, fall mud, but she was determined to help the little kid. She slid into a small clearing, gasping as she came upon her subject. In the middle of the clearing sat a tiny child. Thier back turned toward Aurianna, but obviously a small boy. She stood for a moment, catching her breathe, before she approached him.
    "Are you okay?" She asked, touching the boys shoulder. She heard her heart race against her chest, as if her body were telling her the dangers to come, forewarning her. Aurianna, though, seemed to not hear it. The boy slowly turned to her and her heart beat faster. The last thing she heard was a scream, different than what she had heard, but one she found familiar.
    Her own.