Remember, He's Not There

B-but you left me

*11-13*

I woke up screaming. Again. The fourth time tonight. Heck I don't remember the last time I slept good. I stare at the darkness. I could feel many eyes on me. The air got colder. I looked around the room, barely illuminated. I heard scratching on the wall outside my door. The sound moved into my room and closer and closer to me. I heard a scratch under my bed and then a dark shadow of a person loomed over me. He grabbed my wrist hard with his clawed hand. I stifled a scream. The shadow got closer, his warm breath on my ear. "Did you miss me?" I could hear the smirk in his voice. A was here. In my room. After such a long time and only occasional visits. And he drew blood. I was livid. I yanked away from him and turned on the lamp by my bed. I stare at him hard. "Where the hell have you been?" I spit out. He's much taller than when I last saw him. He sits beside me on the bed. He's toned now as well. His voice deeper. He looks much older, but I suppose I do too. "I've been here. Sorta. And what's with that language my dear?" He said. "What do you mean you've been here? I've been alone since the last time you visited, just like I was the other time. And I'm mad, beyond mad. Are you staying this time or no? Don't get my hopes up." I state. "I have been here, I've watched over you and made sure nothing bad happened. But I just wasn't here the way you had gotten used to. I had things to do. And yes, I'm staying, I never left. I just needed some time, if I have to go off again I'll be able to tell you how long I'll be gone. Now, it wasn't easy for me either not talking to you or scaring you, so give me a hug." He extends his arms. I look at him for a while, debating. I lean into him and lazily put my arms around him to. I didn't realize how much I wanted a hug, I've been pretty alone for a while. A long while. Visits weren't enough. And I just got out of that awful place, I'm now at home. A was there with me when they brought be back, he kept me calm. Then a thought occurred to me. "You haven't been scaring me?" I ask quietly. He stiffens. "No I haven't. Why? Has someone been scaring you? Is it through your dreams? Or is it while you're awake? What did I miss?" He asked frantically, he looks all over me, checking my body to make sure I'm okay. He stops at the wounds he just created. He looks at them in a weird way. "Kinda both, more in my dreams, I haven't slept much." I say quietly. He considers what I say. He shakes his head and starts talking under his breath to himself. He gets up and checks around the house. He soon comes back and looks straight at me. "I'm sorry." He says barely. "Now time for you to get to bed, get a good nights sleep. Goodnight Rowan." He says. I lay down and he turns off the light. I slowly start to drift to sleep. "It's good to be back here with you. I've missed you." I hear him softly say in the silence of the night. Right before I fall into sleep I say back softly "me too A."