"Adela." I turned, hugging my pillow to my chest.
"Hmm?"
"Adela? Come on, kitten. Leave here."
"N -no! You are hurt. I am not leaving you here!" The place stank of fear.
I feared the darkness more then. The cold air whispered terror against my skin. Something glowed in the distance, like the moon, but red.
"Leave now!" He yelled at me but I could not move.
"Mikhail! Your ba-"
I gasped awake, my hand stretched into the air. I let it drop beside me, huddling into myself in bed. The room was dark and in darkness, anything could hide. I did not like darkness. Hell, I hated darkness. Even more so now with the urge to find Mikhail. I could not move and I could not fight the dread boiling my stomach.
Mikhail was in danger but who cared, anyway?
You do.
He was an awful person and
