I woke up in the middle of the night screaming again. This was becoming one of my habits lately. They say that you can never have the same dream twice, but I swear it's happened to me at least 4 times now. It's always the same; Same alleyway, same spooky darkness, same feelings of determination, fear, and adrenaline, and that same soft voice luring me into the darkness, feeding me internal pleasure.
I knew the voice well now. It belonged to my close friend Kenny Travis. Every night he waltzed into my room after hours, and we would talk until I fell asleep.
The house was quiet which wasn't unusual because It's only me,my twin sister, and my mother in our apartment. My sister was probally asleep (A gun shot couldn't wake her!) And mom was working late at the bar down the street. My father had abandoned me us when we were 2. Ever since then mom's been raising Me and my sister Caira on her own. Caira wasn't like me at all; she had long blonde hair that whisped into curls down her back, with perfect green eyes Like our mother. I had straight black hair with blue eyes that had specks of green in them. Mom always says I look like my dad. I went to go get a glass of water in the kitchen to calm myself down. Where was Kenny when I needed him?
Just like he heard my thoughts, His strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind.
"shhh baby im here" he said quietly.
I don't know what worried me more;
1) The fact that I was dating a ghost, or
2) When my mom walked in and saw me kissing the air.
