41. STALKERS AND MEMORIES!

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Breanna's POV

A rattling from her window woke her up to realize that the windows were wide open, a big gust of wind rushed causing her to shiver. She could have sworn she closed it before napping.

Breanna hated taking naps in the afternoon anyway, it always left an unpleasant head ache afterwards.

Shuffling to her feet, she walked over to pull it close, when she heard a silent shutter sound. Thinking the sound was from her neighbors, she fixed the lock and tried to sleep again, but as tired as she still was, she couldn't seem to go back to sleep, it was a miracle she had even slept in the first place.

Breanna didn't get a wink of sleep the night before, the monsters of the night came in their thousands to make sure she was miserable the next morning. The day Jack would have been twenty-four.

She used to think she didn't have anymore tears left to shed, but even after months, she still did. So she cried, blaming herself for his demise yet again, there was no other way to s