Elizabeth’s POV.
Last night felt like hell and my only means to escape that hell was to sleep.
Even while sleeping, in my dreams— I still had this feeling that Sandra would come for me.
I would wake up at certain times in the night to truly confirm if the doors were locked.
I checked on the windows too and the corners of my room.
“You're being paranoid.” My friend would say but I didn't mind. It was better to be paranoid and alive without a scar, seeing the warnings on time than to be asleep silently and maybe die there.
By my fifth trip to the door, I woke my friend, Rose, again, who couldn't take my movement.
She jumped from bed and caught my hand as she dragged me to her bed.
“Come sleep in my bed with me.” She said, “You'll feel better.”
“That won't help,” I said as I struggl
