“No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness” – AristotlePart 1“Aurora!” I almost dropped my glass of water "Aurora!" someone was shouting my full name: I frowned at this; everyone knows me as Rory, no one called me by my full name except my sister. "Aurora! Please!" Desperate knocks on my door followed the urgent calling of my name again. Placing the glass in the sink, I headed towards the door “Aurora, hurry! Please!" my eyes widened as I recognized the voice of the person who was desperately screaming at me and I ran to unlock the door and open it. Standing on the other side was Nivea. I clutched my chest as my heart a beat skipped as I took in his image completely. His eyes that had previously been the color of the ocean were now red and bloodshot. His face was sunken and a large bruise was forming along his jaw. Her skin looked dry and her hair was hanging from the ponytail that was at the base of her neck. Her dress was also a mess. She was wearing a short light blue dress recently stained with a dark liquid. Was that blood? on her feet, she had no shoes on and her toes were turning a light shade of blue “What the hell, Nivea!” I screamed in complete shock, “What happened?! Are you okay?" Nivea didn't say a word, instead she pushed me back into the room. Then, she turned and slammed the door and locked it, her hands shaking. "Nivea?" I asked worriedly, walking slowly towards her. "What happened?" "He's coming," he whispered so softly that I was afraid I had misunderstood. "Him, what's happening?" I asked. I was so confused at that moment with my sister walking hysterically in front of me. “He's chasing me. I have to hide." She muttered, and... in the middle of a sheet of paper... a strange man knocked on my door with a voice like silk and then suddenly appeared on my sixth floor balcony a minute later' they would have locked me in a nursery. After double-checking the door lock and the window locks, I crawled into bed with Nivea curled up in the warmth of the blankets, hoping to sleep but the image of the man dark on my balcony flashed behind my eyelids. It was such a strange night. Something was really wrong. I approached Nivea and her familiar smell comforted me more than anything different homes, I always missed the security I felt with her next to me. I'm so happy that I let her know how much I loved her that day. Why? Because the next morning she was gone." that something is done for the first time, releases a little demon..." - Emily Dickinson