Do you believe in ghosts?
Out of all things, she fears the dark. A childish thing, one that she has never been able to suppress. She huddles in darkness, the room painted with shadows. The manor is so large it often has a certain feeling of emptiness. She waits for him to come, to fill that spot beside her. It is becoming more and more frequent as time passes. He works far too much. Takes on far too much. Hisana would never tell him how she spends these nights alone. She does not want him to worry, of course;
And sometimes she needs her solitude.
But not always.
Tonight is night when she wishes she wasn't alone. It seems just like the things we tell ourselves. Light chases away the monsters, a blanket over your head protects. Or maybe, you take comfort in locked doors, being near someone you love. Those things take away the fear. Most of time it's just you being paranoid. Only sometimes, you see swirling figures whispering secrets in moaning voices, menancing beasts that loom out of the darkness.
What are these?
Hisana shrinks in deeper. One thing out of many that she loves about Byakuya-
He does not have the demons in his mind, appearing as you lay in bed listening to yourself breathe. He is such a deep sleeper, seeming to have not a care in the world. Another thing that she envies him. Another thing that makes him so very different from her. His breathing is slow and deep, measured. Hisana wishes she could hear it now. She closes her eyes. It's no use. The figures come closer, ever closer. She strains her eyes and ears, trying to detect anything unusual. Hisana forces herself to get up and reach for the light switch, all the while shivering.
Click.
The room is sharply and suddenly engulfed in bright light. See. Nothing there. Safe. Just the mind playing tricks. Safe.
These nights are often sleepless, until he comes. Guilt is one thing that makes her who she is. She turns the light off, hesitantly, her body tired but her mind wide awake. Hisana climbs back into the cover, the sanctuary of blankets.
Nothing to do but wait.
Footsteps.
She freezes, fear smothering her mind. This is something that will haunt her until the day she leaves this world.
Footsteps.
Her heart beat accelerates, a cold sweat crossing her forehead. She tenses up, her small hands curling up. She dives under the blankets, trembling.
Hisana squeezes her eyes shut. Wispy hands cross over, paper thin and crawling.
My sister.
Why did you abandon me…