Delilah, dinners ready! Your uncle shouts. Your parents had died at a young age so you had to live with your uncle. He loved you but was rearly ever around. He also got drunk regularly but he wasn't violent or anything, when it happened he would probably pass out on the couch.
You came downstairs and ate the chicken corma he had made. When you finished you said goodnight and went to sleep.
*12pm*
Quickly, you opened your eyes and woke up dripping with cold sweat because of a nightmare. You were frightened to go back to sleep so you decided to go out for a run.
About 15 minutes into the run, you started getting tired so you slowed down and started to walk home. You heard someone walking behind you so you quickened your pace. As you did, the footsteps kept getting faster and faster. Whenever you walked faster so did the footsteps. Maby the person wasn't following you, maby they were just trying to get past you, you thought to yourself.
You stopped for a second so that the person could pass you. Suddenly, as you stopped so did the footsteps. A few seconds later you made up the courage to turn around. When you did, you felt something sharp in your neck. Before you blacked out you realised someone had inserted a needle in your neck.