In all honesty, I hated staying home alone. I admit, I was paranoid, and I still am. I always played it off like I was brave and strong, but that was only on the outside. Sure, my windows could lock just as well as my doors, my lights could be on in every room... but I just never felt safe. I know that doesn't make sense. I know that just as well, but I couldn't convince myself of that. "8 3 2 3 5 5 1." "25 15 21." Numbers. Just numbers... wait. They had to mean something. Quickly working out the alphabet on my hands, I deciphered that as 'you'. This was getting weird. "WILL!" "Be?" "OKAY." You. Be.