Her dopey smile disappeared when she saw the over turned lamp table, the broken lamp, and me on the floor.

   "Omigosh Liz! Are you ok? What happened?!" She cried, closing the door, and running over to me, helping me to my feet.
   My hand was bleeding a little bit from the lamp. Great. I could go the rest of my life without seeing anymore blood, and it'd be too soon.

   "So what happened, you get a little tipsy during Netflix and Chill night?" Sky asked while bandaging my hand.

   "No, just, something on the news freaked me out. I wasn't looking and I fell over it." I lied, then I changed the subject, "So how'd it go with Mark? You didn't do anything you'll regret, did you?"

  "Liz!" Sky cried, her face reddening.

   "Whaat? I'm just curious." I said, smiling.

   "We just talked! I haven't even kissed him yet!" She said, exasperated.

   "cough bull crap cough" I said, "ahem, sorry, I have this cough."

  "Haha, very funny," Sky said, annoyed, but she was smiling,"I'm going to bed, see you tomorrow !"

   And with that, she went to the room. I couldn't sleep. I was afraid to, after the last time. Whoever had spoken in my head, I couldn't let them kill anyone else. I went to the bathroom, to wash my face. As I was drying it off, I looked in the mirror, and yelped. Something was wrong with my reflection. My eyes were a deep red, almost black, or purple. No pupils. They looked merciless, cold, and my reflection was grinning in the way I imagined serial killers to smile in, which I know I wasn't doing.
   Just wait Lizzie dear, it spoke, which was weird seeing my reflections mouth move when mine wasn't, we're going to have so much fun together.
  
   "Who are you? What are you?" I asked, fear edging into my voice.

   Well, Lizzie Scar, She said, but to keep things from getting confusing, call me Scar. As for what I am... that's a different story all together.

   "How long have you been in my head?" I asked.

   I've always been here, Lizzie Dear. I just haven't made myself known until now.

   "Why did you make me kill that man?"

   I was hungry, sorry. They won't trace it back to you.

  "You drink blood?!" I cried.

   Questions questions, Scar mused, all in time Lizzie Dear, all in time.
   I was going to walk out, when she said one more thing.

  Oh, and, Lizzie Dear? If you tell anyone about me, I will kill them. Got it?