Floating in the dark
She'sblind. When she wakes to footsteps, she is blind. Her all seeing eyes fail her in the darkness so she lies there, floating immobile in her blankets, in her mind's eye. The eye that will never fail her.
Silence. In her mind and in her heart everything is silent. All her emotions have been drained away in the night and all she has left is her body, her mind. The house is silent, as silent as her dreams' graveyard, but she knows she heard footsteps.
Someone might tell her she imagined them. That other voice in her mind, the loudest one. The one that told her to be quiet, to be normal. To dissapear. It told her she was imagining things. It told her to forget what she thought she heard. It told her to go back to sleep, to forget she heard anything. But she didn't have to listen to it. She knew she wasawakeand she knew she was not crazy and she knew she heard footsteps in the hall.
So she waits and she listens because she knows she will hear footsteps again, and someday maybe they will be coming to see her. She waits. She is good at waiting.
MKRA: Monty Python is the best genius ever! If it was anyone else I might not forgive you.
Tetra: I also am undecided as to whether there will be romance.
Ebony: Thankies!