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?"
"No. I can't risk anything happening to you. You don't have the Sight."
I guess this might have helped... maybe I'll write more... we'll see. Cheers to trauma,