Lauren's blood runs as cold as the crystallized water falling from the sky. For a moment she can't move. Without consciously realizing it she begins to run, sprinting for her house. She doesn't stop until she's made it up her front steps, almost running into her front door. She quickly opens the door and nearly slams it behind her, and for a moment she only stands there.
"Hey, kid, how was the party?" her mom calls from the other room.
"Fine," she calls back, trying to stay nonchalant. Should I tell Mom? No, I don't want to freak her out. But what if something happens to me? That would be even worse! I'll just be safe. Only leave the house to go to school. It's not that unusual for me.
"Hey, you sound tired," her mom calls back.
"Oh, it's just cold outside. I decided to run home."
"That's good. Your dad will be happy to hear that you're running again."
"I'm a bit tired, I'm going to get some sleep." Lauren runs up the stairs before her mom can respond, closing herself in her room and laying on her bed. 'Yeah right,' she mutters. 'How long has it been? Three days? No, I had a nightmare Tuesday night. A week, at least. And after that..." she shudders, but nonetheless feels her eyelids begins to close against her will. Within moments she's asleep.