It all happened so fast. You had just left the beach after knowing that your parents would be asleep and you were walking through the main street, which was deserted due to the late time. You had noticed the same car going past every once in a while but decided not to think anything of it, until you saw who was in the car.

Dean Norton had seemed to be everywhere you were ever since your best friend’s murder. You always saw it as a coincidence, but now that you were alone, fear took over.

It occurred all at once. Dean parking on the side of the road beside you and chasing you up the street until he wrenched your head into a brick wall, hard enough to knock you out.

The next time you woke, you were in a room with white walls that were growing mould, laying in a bed barely big enough to fit two people. Your legs were bare beneath the doona, in a fresh pair of underwear and your knit jumper. There was no pain or ache, apart from your head.