Two families
The son of one
The daughter of the other
One, the dark prince of the world in which they live
The other, the queen in a world that is entirely her own
He is seen and worshipped by all who meet him
She is invisible and lives in the...
I wake with a start. My breaths erratic and my skin burns with the vividness of my dream. No. My nightmare.
I claw at my throat and force the sheets away from me but then I feel entirely too exposed so I pull them back up to my chin. Quivering.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
This cannot be happening.
Not again.
I thought I was past this. I thought I was fine. But now my bones are shaking and I can't muster a single coherent thought.
The light from behind the curtains is dull but I'm afraid to take my arms outside of the duvet and check the time on my phone.
Salem sleeps soundly beside me and I slowly lie back down. Moving my eyes in every direction and every dark corner to confirm that I'm alone.
I thought it was over. That I was better. That I could forget.
I guess not.
I cocoon myself into the bed and blanket. Desperately trying to grasp onto reality.
I'm at home. I'm not alone. I'm safe.
It seems to calm my nerves a little, but from that point, when it comes, sleep takes it's time in torturing me.
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When I awake again, it's daytime. The sun shining golden rays through the gap in my curtains and I inhale a deep breath.
I want to stay in bed. To hide here and not come out. But I won't do that. Never let anyone see you weak.
I'm supposed to be going out with Althea today anyway.
After dinner with the Agostis, I came home and went straight to bed. The whole situation with Lucas exhausting me and I just wanted to sleep away that strange feeling it left me with.
At school the next day, Lucas wasn't in and so it was just me, Althea, Angel and Giovanni.
Angel and Althea bickered as usual and it was entertaining. Me and Giovanni giving each other knowing looks and brushing off their insults. We all know that they're internally obsessed with the other. Yet still, I couldn't help but wonder where the Devil he was.
I acted like I didn't care, though. Obviously. Because it was the truth. I didn't care, merely just curious.
Now it seems, I have other problems to deal with.
Today, though. I'm going out with my first real friend and I am both equal parts scared and excited.
She's the one who asked, yes, but she could easily change her mind and decide to not be friends with me.
I get out of bed, light dome candles and shake away any negative energy.
