I stood on top of the stairs frozen in complete horror as I watched my mom get killed by the Daimon that bit me, he dropped her lifeless body and looked around.

I dashed up to my room and closed the door, forcing myself not to cry. My mom said that you cry when you need too, not when you want too. So I didn't cry, scared that the man would find and kill me.

I sat down on the floor and leaned back on my bed frame as I hugged my knees, waiting for someone to find me, perhaps kill me as well.

By the time I heard the front door open, it had been an hour or so since my mom was murdered, I could hear voices downstairs, male voices, but still didn't leave my room. They'd find me sooner or later.

I sighed. Being the only child and never meeting my dad wasn't helping my predicament and being that I didn't know my grandparents and that I had no aunts or uncles, I was most likely being orphaned.

Yay me.

The door started to creek open slowly. I tensed and opened my eyes, looking at the door.

My eyes widened at what I saw, well at who I saw.