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I wake up, my skin slick with sweat, my heart beating frantically against the thin cloth of the tank top I was wearing.

Shooting up off the couch, I let out a sigh of relief as I scanned the area around me.

No monsters, no ghosts, just little sunbeams trickling through the blinds.

It's about three in the afternoon.

I don't sleep at night. I can't.

Pouring a glass of water, I narrow my eyes- each a different color- at the house across the street.

Those neighbors aren't trustworthy. I'm not paranoid... just careful.

When you're alone... anything can happen, as I learned so harshly at my last house...

No. Can't think about it.

A vision swims through my head.

"You're the best of the best, Starre. Everyone knows that. So what are you trying to prove by doing this house by yourself?" A pair of warm brown eyes stare quizzically at me.

"Who would go with me?"

"I would-"

"No. I can't risk anything happening to you. You don't have the Sight."

"Elle..."

"I'm sorry."

I guess this might have helped... maybe I'll write more... we'll see. Cheers to trauma,

-𝐸𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓉𝓉 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑒