I'm sitting on the bed in the nurses office, Bobby next to me. I look up at him then quickly down.
"Well, that was fun." Bobby says in a light voice. My head snapps up and I scowl at him. "Fun? Fun? What part of that was fun? If you think that's fun then I think you should go get your fucking head sorted out!" I yell at him, getting to my feet.
Bobby looks at me shocked, no matter how angry I've gotten with him, I have never sworn. He gets to his feet, a worried look in his eyes.
"Stevie, I'm sorry, I was just trying to make you see the funny side of i..."
"Funny side? You think this is funny?" I burst out, anger flowing off me.
"No. Stevie, I know it isn..."
"You think that me, falling asleep and having demons come after me again and again, trying to rip me to shreads is funny? You think that being scared shitless from just thinking about sleep is funny then I think you should just fucking piss off!" I yell at him, finally letting out all my anger.
Tears start to roll down my face, blurring my vision.
Bobby pulls me into a tight hug. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. It's going to be okay Stevie-Rae. You'll see."
I just hug him mute. How is it going to be okay when every time I sleep, I get closer and closer to dieing at the claws of those horruble beings? How is it going to be okay when I'm all on my own? How?