The howling wind rattled the windowpanes in the bitter, damp night outside. I twisted and turned under my thin covers. My teeth chattered in the chilly air around me. I couldn't sleep. I went to the kitchen because I needed to have a drink. For some reason, I was back in my parent's house. I opened the fridge, got my juice and began drinking it when I heard the doorbell. I looked up, it was two forty a.m. I don't want to answer it but a strong force is pushing me to the door. I open ...