The Demon Within

☆4- Nightmare's Grip☆

Eliza could not sleep the entire night.

Not when the person of her nightmares is sleeping on the bed next to hers. And it's not like she can anyway, if the other would stop snoring loudly enough to rival a bullet train.

She grips the bedsheets and listens to the sound of the other's breathing, wondering how she can sleep so easily after doing so much shit to fuck up her life. She couldn't close her eyes, mainly in fear of the latter thinking that she's left herself vulnerable to whatever evil deed she wants to do.

Not going to fucking happen.

She flinches every time the bed creaks when Crystal turns onto her side, seeming to be deep in slumber but she wouldn't let that fool her. Her newly developed paranoia wouldn't allow her.

Paranoia is a real thing, it starts off as something small, before it grows and grows when it feeds off of your fears, and it spreads throughout your body until everything in your eyes is viewed as a possible threat and it eats you away on the inside until it leaves a shell of what you once were.

She stares at the ceiling as thoughts consume her mind and she wants to do nothing but rant and rave to someone but she couldn't tell her friends because they know absolutely nothing about her past. The only other person she could possibly rant to is Vincent, since he knows.

He knows everything, and she's grateful to have someone from her clan to talk to, to get things off her chest that she wouldn't be able to get if she talks to her friends.

But she cannot talk to him, he'll be busy preparing to become an idol.

She stays under the comforter as though she is paralyzed from the waist down until she can hear knocking on her door, almost masked by the snoring and too soft for her to miss it, yet she forces her legs to move when she yanks the comforter off her body.

She pads lightly against the carpet of the ground as she makes her way to the door, opening it a crack to see Jasmine rubbing her tired eyes as she stands on the other side.

She carefully opens the door without drawing attention from the pink haired nightmare, and steps out to face the other. Jasmine eyes her up and down, and her face contorts into a concerned expression. "Geez, what happened?" She grimaced at Eliza's state, lowering her volume when Eliza places a finger on her lips, "you look like you haven't slept in years, which is unlikely because you sleep like the dead."

"I couldn't sleep, you know I'm accustomed to sleeping by myself," Eliza keeps her own voice to a whisper, "so it will take some time to adjust." "But when Skylar comes over, you're okay with sleeping with her though?" Jasmine raises an eyebrow and Eliza knows she is caught in a trap.

"Okay, first of all, without context, 'sleeping with her' sounds like I had sex with her. And you need to get your mind out of the gutter," Eliza puts up one finger and speaks matter of factly, "secondly, Crystal snores like a formula 1 car, so I can't sleep to begin with."

"You said the sex thing buddy, not me," the witch shrugs her shoulders, "and you need to get your head out of Skylar's ass."

"W-What?!" Eliza's cheeks are now blushed red, as well as the tips of her ears as she averts her gaze away from her friend to stare at the wall, "what do you mean?! My head isn't caught up in her ass." She is surprised that the latter would even say such a thing.

"But she has a nice ass though, doesn't she?"

". . .I can't deny nor confirm."

It is true that she has a nice ass, and her body has beautiful curves, and she's so muscular that if she has Eliza in a headlock she would tell her thank you, but Eliza would never say those things out loud, or leave it in any sort of writing, just in case it is recorded to be used against her in the future.