“Even in your dreams you can’t understand me.” She whispered in the dead of night.

I turned over on my cheap mattress, ignoring her chilling stare from the other side of the room.

“You believe I’m here to cause you more pain, yet you’re the only one with that power.” She casually said, staring now at the threads in my hand-me-down brown recliner.

I sigh a breath of defeat and sit up toward her, “then why are you even here?”

Her eyes slink up slowly to look at me.

“Because I enjoy watching someone devour herself so I don’t feel as lonely.” She said with a slow rising smirk.

I stare at her trying to keep my tears at bay.

Her words repeat in my mind for a few minutes as I lay back down. Her eyes now roaming around the room waiting for a reply, but I remain quiet.

As I drift back to sleep, she follows me into my nightmares.

“I’ll be waiting for you in this world and the next” she says as matter of factly.

I couldn’t keep my tears from falling; I whimper as darkness engulfs us.