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Claire Serenity, it appears, is my name. I am 19 and I live alone in a medium class apartment complex but everything holds out okay. My appearance is nothing out of the ordinary. I have fairly dark brown hair and shock green eyes. I am medium built in body, which usually attracts a lot of men but my interest in them doesn't in the least exist. My parents died not too long ago in a car wreck. Usually it would have been a devastating thing; losing your family and being left alone in this world but I have never been that way. My childhood life was ordinary, except many didn't believe it. I was never afraid of the dark, scary movies, haunted houses, or murderers/burglars, like the other kids were. I guess that's what made me different from all of the other children. To sum it up, I guess I was just an independent person.
"Boom!" The thunder in the night sky had clashed similarly like that for days it would seem. To no end, would it send shivers coursing through my body. I sat on my black leather sofa staring out the window at the now pouring rain that began to descend from the heavens.Outside was pitch black, like someone had pulled a curtain over the earth. Though the sight was menacing, it struck me to be quite beautiful. The crystalline-like flecks bounced upon the glass every now-and-then.
I sighed, ruefully. It was boring most of the time. I had no friends, Other than the annoying neighbors down the hall, there was no one worth my time.
I turned my gaze to my surroundings to take my mind off the depressing subject. My living room had one of those "made you think Hot-wire.com gave you a good deal" kind of room. The walls were deep red, where I had just painted it just a week ago. I had another black leather sofa to my right with a glass oval coffee table in the center. A lamp lay top of a side table beside the sofa I now sat perched upon, which illuminated the room in a warm, dim light. The door to the kitchen was just beyond the sofa to my right. I could also say that the oak front door was about 30 feet behind me. Secondly, by walking to my front door, if you took a right about 10 paces from my couch, you would come to a hallway leading to my large master bedroom. Not too much of an apartment, but you could say it is just fine.
The wind began to howl outside as the rain began to increase in strength. I slowly arose from the sofa and shook my legs to waken my muscles. Walking to the window, I stopped to, again, look out the window one last remaining time. I scanned the street but my efforts were all but vain in the darkness the storm produced. Suddenly, lightning struck and light flashed instantly outside. There, across the street not too far from the apartment building, stood a man. I could tell three things about this mysterious person. One: He was tall and medium built, though his features from here were rather hard. Two: He looked to be about my age but seemed more flawless than I could ever be. Almost to perfection, like a movie star standing outside, in the rain, across the complex that I lived in. Three: That this mystery man seemed to be, in the short moment of light, to be staring at nothing other than me!
Instinct of the beautiful moment caught me by surprise therefore, I took a step back. The breath had caught in my throat and my heart beat had fluttered into a faster pace. My eyes were staring into the darkness as though I could see right through it, and possibly at that beautiful, water-drenched man that stood there. Curiosity led me back to the window, where I stood and waited. A few minutes passed and I was having enough sence of anxiousness to go aquire a flashlight when a rumbling in the sky planted me still in my place. Then following the thunder the streak of light flashed as lightning struck again but this time, the mysterious man of utter beauty was gone.

A month passed since that night where I had seen the man of wondrous beauty outside in the rain, across the street from my apartment. Every passing day in that month led me to that window in my den, to thus stare out to no prevail. Sometimes I would tell myself that it was all in my head, that I was just lonely and was just hallucinating a beautiful person.
"Beep-Beep-Beep!!!" My alarm-clock buzzed beside my face where my night stand stood. I was shook awake....again. I had been having nightmares recently. I would wake up just to find myself in a cold sweat. I sometimes would be on the floor after having the nightmare and wake up. I would spend countless nights, waking and dosing off again to then find myself caught in that pattern each night. But the weird thing of it all was that the nightmares revolved around that beautiful man; that man of mystery.
I trudged to the bathroom after rising from the sheets of my red and black laced bed. If any one person were to visit me, some would say I was one rich girl, being that I was alone and single but they have but no idea what it had took to get all of this. Apart from my deceased parents who had given me all their fortune (I was an only child), I had a job which was originally my parent's business passed on to me. My parents had owned a large number of facilities across the country, which were mostly hospitals, and large business complexes. They had a mansion built for me but I was never really interested in that way of life. I liked things to be simple.
I turned the shower on and began to undress. Having the warm water caress my body took my thoughts away almost instantly. It was times like this where I could just stay home and just hang out in the shower all day but everything must come to and end. I extinguished the water and got out to get dressed. The room around me was hung with steam so thick that I could barely make out the door to the bathroom. I grabbed at towel hanging on the wall and wrapped myself. I took cautious steps forward, in case I would slip and hurt myself and made my way out of the bathroom.
The sun shown through the heavy, deep scarlet curtains on the window but I flicked on the light anyways. I had hardwood flooring in this room with a fluffy black rug by my wardrobe which, I strode over to and opened. The walls were painted maroon by my father. It had surprised me, though I had always thought him incapable of any manual labor. I slipped on my business attire and adjusted myself before closing the wooden door. It always occurred to me that this was probably why so many people were depressed their whole lives: they were stuck as business people. Wouldn't you know that this would probably be the last day I would ever have to worry about this career ever again.

Which seemed to take forever and the day going oh-so slowly, I found myself working overtime. I hadn't eaten all day, mostly because I despised fast food and forgotten to pack a lunch and I was also being plagued by sleepiness. Darkness had set in the sky by the time I was finished with work. A newly forming moon was shining in the sky along with a large array of stars, which twinkled like tiny diamonds in the black velvet sky.
I switched the lights off and stepped outside to lock the door before the alarm system clicked on. When finished, I sighed in relief. The day was long, tiring, and my stomach protested for food. A regular day for a person like me. Quickly and silently, I made for the parking lot, where my red mustang stood waiting. When I got to the door to the vehicle, I then vigorously searched for my keys. Suddenly I stopped what I was doing. A cold wind swept the parking lot around me and soon I felt as though I weren't alone anymore. My hand grasped the set of keys in my bag but my eyes darted this way and that. My sence of security was dwindling every passing second. Faintly, from behind me, I hear someone or whatever it was behind me, come to a halt. I slowly began to turn my body, keeping my eyes to the ground in case the person I found, had a weapon. What was I to do if he or she had one? I was as defenseless as a rabbit in a lion's cage and there was to be nothing that could help me. My eyes first came to a pair of black, shiny dress shoes. They appeared to belong to a man, I noted. This person, which made my heart speed up, was just a few feet away from me but somehow I wasn't the least bit afraid. I wasn't afraid of death. I have dealt with death a lot in my day to ever be afraid of it and I wasn't going to start now. I slowly but safely brought my head up. The man was unfamiliar, due to the fact that he wore all black until my eyes came to rest on his.
The person that stood before me was the man that stood in the rain outside my apartment last month, the man I have been known to calling "mystery man". He stood about 5 feet from me, staring at me with a longing that his expression didn't show but his eyes revealed most of all. My back pressed onto my car door. I couldn't part my gaze from his no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't move no more but I could speak.
"Who a-are you?" I studdered, from the cold that still lingered.
The beautiful person's perfect lips parted just a little. A desire to place my lips there, was becoming unbearable. Then unexpectedly, he began to take measured steps towards me until his flawless face was just inches from mine and then he spoke, " I am....yours". Blackness overtook my vision as he suddenly but deeply breathed into my face and I was then left to the mercy of this beautiful but yet mysterious person.

To Be Continued!!!!!!