The Lady In The Cupboard

Chapter 1

I lay still in my bed. Have you ever been afraid to close your eyes? Scared of who you are? Worried that if you lose the slightest bit of concentration, you could do something bad? Very, very bad? I have. I don't move. Silence. I finally muster the strength to turn from my back to my side. Rain pours down hard on the tin roof of my room in the attic. I look over at my clock. 3:47am. I try to close my eyes, to finally get some sleep. A single tear falls down my cheek. I close my eyes shut. I don't care if something bad happens. I don't even care if I died. I want to sleep. To rest. To leave this god-forsaken place. I reach to brush away the tear, but my cheek is completely dry. I rest my hand by my side. I sleep. Round and round the merry go round, the monkey chased the weasel. The weasel ran like nobody can, but POP goes the weasel. Visions flicker in front of me. A girl, swinging on her swing. My eyes flash open. I don't want to see this. What even is this? Laughter falls around my ears, becoming the only thing I can hear. It blocks out the rain. And it gets louder. It sounds of a young girl, and her laugh turns to a sob. I don't have a sister, or a brother. I have no family. I live with my nana and my pa, so who could this be. I turn around, and I See a girl. She is dressed fully in black. Her skin is fair. She has blonde hair that I tied back sharply, freckles scattered all across her face, a small nose and small lips. She almost looks kind. But I wouldn't know, as she was stood there, laughing at me, wearing black clothes with a hoodie covering majority of her face. I blinked, and she was gone. A final tear fell down my cheek again into nothing, and I fell asleep.