After Dusk

2.3

Author's note: I finally figured out a celebrity to play my James! And he fits my idea of James so so well! Here he is!

James

I spring from my window as a sense of urgency comes over me. I don't know why and I don't know how, but I know that Roslyn is in danger.

I just know. I can feel it.

I land in my lawn, the dew on each individual blade of grass coats the bottoms of my feet. The tiny balls of water swish between my toes as I run across the grass.

I rush over to her house. Luckily for both of us, she lives right next door. I enter through the front door and amend the staircase quickly, eager to rescue her from whatever it is that is putting her in peril.

Roslyn lays in her bed, untouched, yet she is shaking with fear. Sweat covers her face and body as she shakes violently. I venture forward, leaning down and shaking her shoulder, trying to wake her from whatever possesses her.

Roslyn's eyes flutter open slowly. They lock onto mine and she quickly sits up in her bed, alert and awake. "What the fuck James?" She asks in a hushed tone.

"You were in trouble." I say at my normal volume, not matching her quiet tone. She doesn't seem to appreciate it much. "I came to help."

"Jesus!" She stands, continuing to keep her voice low. "Keep it down! My parents are sleeping!" She looks around nervously. "Get out of my house. Now." She folds her arms over her chest in defiance.

"I came to help you. You- you were shaking. Obviously you were in danger. And your thoughts- you can't tell me you weren't in danger." I try to collect my thoughts. I know what I heard in her brain. It was terrifying.

"It was a nightmare James." Roslyn sighs.

"A nightmare?" I ask. "But it felt so real!" I shake my head. Her brain was actually able to convince her that she was in danger even though she was only sleeping? Wow. The human mind is a wild thing. It even had me fooled! "How could it have not been real? You were shaking."

"For Christ's sake, James!" Roslyn returns to her normal tone of voice, scaring me a bit with the volume she is choosing. "Get out of my head and get out of my house! You aren't welcome here!" Oh, she is so pissed at me right now.

"Ros?" I quickly open the window and jump out, hoping Roslyn's mother did not see me when she entered her daughter's room. "Who are you talking to?" She asks her teenage daughter.

I smile while listening to Roslyn's sigh of relief knowing I was able to escape before her mother saw me. She is happy I was not caught.

"It was just a nightmare mom. I'm fine." Roslyn lies. I shake my head on the low roof below her window. Why would she lie to her mom? She is definitely not fine.

I can tell that her mother doesn't believe Roslyn's story one bit. She sees right through her daughters lies. She moves towards the window and shuts it, cutting off my ability to listen to them without breaking in to their minds and reading their thoughts.

I so desperately want to be inside that room listening to what Roslyn is saying to her mother about the nightmare but I made a promise to Roslyn and I don't want to break it again. I hurt her the last time I did that.

I don't want to hurt her again.