ILLIANA'S P . O . V
(Knock ...knock ...knock…) I twisted and turned around the bed . I folded myself closer together into the fetus position . My knuckles turned into a pale white shade as I tightly held unto my bed covers for dear life. (Knock , knock ,knock... ) My eyes were frozen on my open windows as I focused on the constant swaying and moving of my pale white curtains. (Knock , knock ,knock…) maybe I should just close the window...but in order to close the window I would need to remove myself from under the warm covers ,get out of bed , walk to the window ,close it and then close the curtains.
(Knock , knock ,knock …) I really should close the window...but even if I close the window I still have to walk all the way back to bed directly after I close the window and by that time I
