I was hyperventilating again.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhh...
She was stroking my hair, and, it seemed, trying to calm me down. And for some odd reason, it actually worked.
"My name is Beatrice, Jason, my dear. I'm here to protect you from any and all sorts of wrong doing."
She has a British accent?
"Who sent you here and Why?" I said soft and yet very confidently. "Who? Who?! No one controls me! I am irrepressible. I, myself decided to come here for you.
"But... wait. Come for me? Are you going to take me away? Or brutally torture and murder me?"
"ugh! I'm highly offended by that comment! How could you possibly think anything of the sort?!"
"Well you are in my room without permission..."
"So what... " she said seemingly taken aback by that truth in which she had let slip her mind somehow, "I apologize for doing such a great job with scaring you." she grinned.
I turned on my bedside lamp as soon as I could feel her ice cold breath on my neck. But, as I assumed, she had left.
Who the hell is she? Was I dreaming...
