I sat on the edge of my bed, trying to persuade myself I was still asleep. Or maybe it was another hallucination. That was the best explanation for what I was hearing.
My grandfather, Alastair, sat beside me, holding my hand. The room was hot, my every breath made my parched throat tighten. I rubbed my hands against each other, my skin felt dry.
''A group home,'' I said.
''Oh Severina dear. It is not a group home. It is an academy, it's like a school. The only difference is that you will be living there.'' Alastair said to me. I looked at him.
''But why? Why can't I just stay here with you?'' I asked sadly.
''It is better for you there Severina,'' he said. It felt like there was something he was not telling me. He took my hands in his.
''Don't worry you will fit in there just fine.''

I awoke several times that night. Only this time I didn't have any nightmares. The second time, Alastair was in the doorway, watching me. The third time he was sitting on my bed. He reached over and kissed my forehead.
''It's going to be all right,'' He murmured. ''Everything will be all right. You will be safe at the academy.''
I fell back to sleep.