/"Tell me where you are," he demands, grabbing my arms.
"No," I say, standing firm.
"You are mine," he says, and I scream./

"Lavender. Lavender!"
"What, Andrea?" I ask.
"You were screaming again," she says, walking out to the adjoined kitchen.
"Sorry," I say, as she walks back with a damp rag.
"It's okay," she says, wiping under my eyes, and pulling it back bloody.
"Andrea."
"Hmm?"
"I'm thirsty,"  I say, and she rolls up her sleeve. Scars decorate her arm, and I sigh.
"Here," she says, holding it in front of me. I just bite, and take enough for now. She moves the rag to cover her arm.
"I don't know why I've been so thirsty," I say, pulling my legs up.
"It's probably coming out when you scream," she says, sitting beside me.
"I hate this. I hate him just invading my sleep," I say, laying back.
"I know," she whispers, laying beside me.
"It's been two years. Why can't he just get over me?" I ask, and she takes me in her arms.
"I don't know, but we should move. Sweden sound good?" She says, as I cry clear tears.
"Yeah," I say, and I move near her. Somehow I fall back asleep.

A/N: y intro chapter. But it's up! (-<) <3 ^_^