Go To Sleep

Chapter 13

Violet's point of view

The next couple of weeks living with Andy were pretty cool. He's actually a really awesome guy once I got to know him. He's always telling me stories about work and his deceased wife. His wife passed away about a year ago, but he always brings flowers to her grave on Saturdays, when he has his day off. The "Flowers of paradise" were her favorite apparently.

Sometimes we would play video games together. He practically had every game console that was out. We would play "Super smash bros. brawl" on the Wii, "Dance dance revolution" on the Game cube, and Guitar Hero 3 on the Play station 2, and various others. Needless to say that I was, in a way, happy. Andy makes me forget about everything in the past and focus on whats happening now. It makes me really happy when he laughs at his own jokes, or gets angry at me for winning him at his own video game. I started laughing again.

My mind is clouded with thoughts of Andy, I couldn't possibly think about Jeff, and when I did, he would make them disappear. I felt better. It's as though Jeff has disappeared completely. His killings have become scarce and un-intimidating due to the fact that I haven't seen him at all since the incident at the orphanage, and I'm glad. But I must say unfortunately that I feel uncomfortable during the night. I feel weird and uneasy, and I can't sleep until its gone, which could be hours or even all night. The feeling is so annoying that I hardly get any sleep. It been going on for a long time now that I have to rely on my afternoon naps to regain my energy.

*********************

I couldn't take it anymore. I have the chills just thinking about the feeling. It somehow scares me the way it's always there when I enter my room at night. I can't take it. "Andy?" I whispered as I opened his bedroom door. It was about 11:26, pitch black. I heard a couple low groans and shuffling before he answered. "Mmmm ... Yeah?" His voice was low and cracky. I felt bad for waking him up but I couldn't help it. "I ... Can't sleep." I hesitated. There was silence for a while. "Andy?" "Yeah, what's wrong?" You could practically hear him rubbing his eyes while yawning. "Can I ... sleep with you?" I twirled my fingers and blushed thinking of how wrong that would sound to him. Another while of silence. "Uhm, sure." He patted the bed and I started to walk over slowly. "I can't see Andy." I whispered trying to feel for the bed. Andy's hand grabbed my arm gently, pulling me towards him.

"Thanks." I breathed out when I felt the blankets under my fingertips. I climbed onto the king sized bed and crawled to the open space next to him. "No problem." He said groggily as he pulled the covers over his shoulder. I stared at the ceiling for what seemed like forever, the feeling still hadn't left me. Actually, I felt it even more than ever. I shivered a little from the breeze coming in through the open window and pulled the blanket over my chest. The feeling rose and ran deeply through my lower stomach. What is this feeling?