STELLA'S POV 'I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.' Those were the only thoughts going through my head as I heard that voice. Trust me, if it was someone I knew then, I would instantly recognize their voice. But that voice was cold, harsh, and evil. I shivered as I stood frozen in shock, my room felt as if it was below ten degrees. There was a man in my room, and he could be a stalker or r****t or kidnapper or something. Wait, I'm Stella, I shouldn't be afraid of this dipshit! I turned around and saw purple eyes. I tried to stifle a laugh, which the mysterious man frowned at. "What are you laughing at?" He had an Irish accent. "You have purple eyes." I stated while choking on a laugh. His frown deepened as he stared at my laughing figure. This was all so creepy but the fact that

