I fall asleep, but wake a few minutes later to someone's footsteps, "Nic?" I sit up, looking around the room. He doesn't answer and I swallow, shaking my head and laying back down. Wind goes right through me and I fly against the wall, a boy with a ski mask on standing infront of me, "Dont. Scream."
My eyes widen and I nod quickly, seeing the gun in his hand, Just keep the baby safe.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I stare at the t.v. screen, not quite sure how I'm still awake, and sip the soda. A strange cramp knots in my stomach but I dismiss it, eyes drifting towards the guest bedroom before fully shaking the feeling off.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You are going to love some of your characters because they are you, or some facet of you, and you are going to hate some characters for the same reason. — Anne Lamott