Narissa

You know she's there; water dripping from her fingertips, empty holes where her eyes once were, a scream caught in her throat, silent and watchful.
You can't see her but you know she's there.
She's waiting. But for what?
You refuse to move.
The sound of water dripping echos in the silence.
You start to relax, she's only watching.
A cold, wet hand brushes against your cheek.
She's no longer waiting.