Mistake
I got up as usual and got to work. I pretended like I didn't give a crap about Caleb whenever I saw him and he acted the same as usual. When I was finished for the day I got ready for bed. I sat on top of my bed and pulled the blanket around me, blowing out my candle and setting it down on my dresser that was next to me bed. I did not want it to seem like I was waiting for him, but if he did decide to come I did not want to be asleep. I sat there for who knows how long but he did not arrive. Finally I just gave up and went to bed, thinking "of course he didn't come, why would he want to talk to me and what could we possibly talk about?" I awoke from my dream that night and felt his presence. "So you're just going to come in here and watch me sleep like a psycho is that it?" I whispered softly.
He chuckled softly. "Hearing you sleep is quite peaceful," he said, "I will leave and not come back if you do not want me to stay." I contemplated this for a few minutes, thinking about how the feeling that he emitted helped me to sleep better once I awoke from my dreams. I did not want to talk to him, but I could see no problem from him just sitting in here. My brothers and I had had a small room that we all shared and I missed that closeness. I figured that I could just imagine that they were in the room instead of Caleb. "You can stay," I whispered, "but if I wake up to find you sucking my neck…" I said with a threatening voice. I fell asleep to his soft laughter.
The first few nights were a bit awkward and we did not talk, he just came in and I went to sleep. However one night I was too mad to go to bed just yet. I had to vent to someone and that someone just happened to be Caleb. "I mean honestly! Do Gretchen and Andrew just think of all the ways they can make my life miserable?" I whispered angrily. He just sat there, listening to me talk about his "family" or whatever they were to him. "Every single day I walk into their rooms and they are a complete and utter mess, I walk into the other rooms they were in and they look as if they were deliberately dirty, and they 'accidently' spill their glasses from time to time." After I was done I just sat there, there really was nothing else to do. I distantly heard thunder off in the distance, and a short while afterwards it started to rain. The sound of the rain helped me to cool down and I absently looked out the window to watch it fall. "Rain has to be the most calming and beautiful thing in the world," I said softly. "It can wash away hurt, can conquer fire, covers everything with tiny droplets and makes things glisten. It always helps to calm me, I don't know why. Ever since I was little, when all my other siblings would run and hide in my parent's bed because the thunder frightened them, I would go and stand by the window and watched the rain fall and the lighting light up the sky. The rain was always my friend; whenever I was sad or crying and it was raining I would walk outside and let the tiny droplets caress my skin. It washed away my tears and comforted me." I felt movement beside me and a hand wipe something off my face. I had not realized that I had actually been crying… Now I felt completely and utterly pathetic. I put my head down on my knees and just sat there. Caleb got back up and probably went back to his chair, which I was thankful for. Him touching me should have had me freaking out but it didn't. He was trying to comfort me, and he was the only one who had done that. Jane and the other girls just tried to make me comfortable here and make me fit in, but Caleb was different somehow. I was tired now from my rant and my quiet explanation on rain so I got up and blew my candle out. I climbed under the covers and lay on my back so I could look out of the window and see the rain. The last things I heard as I fell asleep was Caleb humming a sweet sounding song and the soft sound of rain.
I was wondering around the town, listening intently to the music I had heard before but I did not know where it was coming from. I kept searching and searching but I could not seem to find it. When I started to head back to the house I heard the music grow louder. I started to run faster and I threw myself through the doorway. I ran down the hallway but then I noticed that I wasn't getting far, my legs felt like I had cement blocks on them, and I couldn't reach the sound. I finally sat down in defeat and listened to the sweet music. I wanted to badly to find it and whoever was making the music but I couldn't. I was overwhelmed by a deep sadness and started to cry; nothing this beautiful could exist in my world that was filled with pain and sorrow. Then the music stopped and all I heard was silence which enveloped me. Then I saw two red eyes staring at me.
I woke up, crying and shivering, with a sob building up inside my throat. All of the sudden I felt Caleb next to me. "Another bad dream?" was all he asked. I nodded my head, too shaken up to talk. As my eyes adjusted I saw his hand reach towards me but then he pulled it back towards him. He got back up and went to his seat. I was torn between wanting someone to hold me and comfort me, but I also did not want that someone to be a vampire, no matter how crappy I was feeling. I lay back down and pulled my legs up towards my chest. I let Caleb's presence comfort me as I slowly edged back towards unconsciousness, and then I heard the music from my dream but I was too tired to do anything about it.
When I woke up the next morning I just sat in my bed for a few minutes, thinking about my latest nightmare. Then I thought of the song that had plagued my dreams and how I had heard it again once I had drifted to sleep. I put two and two together and remembered that the song had been the one Caleb had been humming before I had fallen asleep. I didn't have much time to think about all of this because I had to start cleaning the parasite's house, but later I would definitely have to think why in the world Caleb's song had been in my dream, why I had wanted to find where it was coming from, and why red eyes were the last thing I saw before I had awaken.