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~Brielle

My entire body becomes aware of everything around me.

Slowly I turn around, but I only see an empty room, the sound of Charlie’s machine wheezing and purring throughout the room. Yet chills creeping down my back confirm the odd feeling that someone is watching me. Where from, I’m not sure, but it makes me refuse to turn back around, waiting for someone to come out.

“It’s okay, Brielle,” Charlie says gently, although her voice is shaking. I glance at her. She isn’t calm but she isn’t freaking out like I am. “He’s not here. I mean he’s everywhere, but only at night. You need to go now.”

Turning back around, I grab her hands. It’s a part of her so fully bandaged I doubt she can even feel my touch. “No, I’m not leaving you here.”

“Brielle...He’s done with me.”

It seemed as though all the hope drained out of her eyes as she said that. For a moment I was confused, until I realised she blames herself for this. Maybe she feels guilty. Does she sympathise for whoever this is that’s