Don't close Your Eyes

I saw her. She was there, sitting in the corner of the room, rocking slightly. I looked at the glistening light, shining from my alarm clock. It read 2:26 AM. I rubbed my eyes, trying to get rid of my grogginess, since I just woke up. My arms and legs were covered in scratch marks, that weren’t there when I went to sleep. I watched her from my bed. “Carissa? Why are you in here?” I asked her. I slowly crept off of my bed, and began walking over to her. I was right behind her. I was about to grab her shoulder, until she stopped rocking. “Carissa?” I asked in a whisper. She continued to stare at the wall. Carissa was my little sister, the age of seven. She used to sleepwalk when she was younger, but she got out of the habit of it. Well at least until now. She would always wonder into my room for some strange reason, but she’s never done this before. Mother told me to never wake her up when she sleep walks, which never made sense to me. I decided to let her be. I went back into my bed, and went under the covers, and fell back asleep.