State of Dreaming.

I’m waiting for something crazy to end up happening. It seems a bit too quiet.

"Quiet is good.. I like quiet."

“Sheila is my cat!”

"You have a kitty? I have a doggie, but he's very old.. Older than me!" 

“You want Jamie to tuck you in, sweetheart?” James asked his baby sister, kissing her cheek.

Bliss shook her head, wrapping her tiny arms around her brother's waist. She didn't utter a single word -- which showed him how exhausted she really was. 

I'm staying in bed with Sheila all day.

"Who's Sheila, Auntie Lea?"

 No, she took one of my bags, sweetie.

"One of your bags?"

Today has been a long day.

"Sh, sleepytime.."

Actually, going outside for a bit.

"Did s-she steal your music box too?" 

Step one. Her emerald eyes fluttered shut; the voices becoming louder by the second. However, she tried her best to push them away and concentrate on her mother's voice.

“Sweetie, sweetie, baby— shh..!” Kristen was in a slight panic, tears in her eyes, scared for her own daughter. Her hand held her back lightly, her other hand petting the back of her head gently. “Where are they?” she asks, thinking she can rid of whatever it is. The monsters. 

Even with her eyes shut, Bliss could still feel the monsters crawling at her skin. They were screaming at her. They were scratching her. They were hurting her. They were doing things that no one but herself could see or hear. Why? Why was she the only one who could see them? It wasn't fair. No, not fair at all. 

Her brows furrow beginning to see her daughters reaction; not to her words, but to where she was, staring inside the room. “Bliss?” Kristen calls after her in worry as she scrambles off of her bed, quickly going after her to see her fallen onto the floor in the hall. “Blissy, baby,” Kristen says in a soothing voice as she picks her daughter up and holds her close, hugging her to her chest as she stands. Figuring it’s not good to go back to her room, Kristen goes into Arabelle’s room and stands there, holding her daughter in her arm, whispering ‘shhs’ and ‘dont worry’s’ to her. 

She pulled at her clothes. She pushed away at air. She kicked her feet beneath her. She scratched against her poor, little heart. "Mummy," she cried, squeezing her eyes together as tightly as she could, "make them go away!.. Pwease.." 

She didn’t know where Rob was, where he went or what he was doing. Her mind was away from that, anyways. She was here, her arms around her head as she cried alone. It was easier to cry alone, but not easier to be alone.. so she’s not sure how to really react when Bliss peeps through the door at the late hour. Brows furrowing, Kristen wipes her eyes and sits up. “Sweetie, what’re you doing awake? Come here..”

Bliss scanned the room with her fear-filled eyes; her eyes falling upon the monsters that were lurking deep in the shadows. She stared at them and they stared right back. Why were they here? Did they take her daddy? Was that why her mummy was crying? Bliss took a step back into the dark hallway; her frame beginning to tremble with fright. Ignoring her mother's words, she turned on her heel and ran straight towards her room. There were no monsters there -- no monsters to eat the poor girl up alive. Unable to see within the dark of the night, she tripped over a rug and ended up in a fetal position on the ground. Her body began to shake with sobs as she cried out for her mother, for her father, for her brother, for anyone to help. She could feel the monsters pulling at her feet.. scratching at her clothes..  stabbing through her heart.

[Laying on her bed.]

Bliss was curled up in the corner of her bed; the blanket tucked protectively around her. It has been seconds, minutes, hours.. How long has it be? The little girl still had yet to fall asleep, despite how tired she was physically and mentally. Every time she closed her eyes, a piercing pair of crimson eyes would flash in her mind.

"If you are not very careful, your possessions will possess you. TV taught me how to feel. Now, real life has no appeal.  It has no appeal."

I most certainly can! In fact, I would love to!

"Really?!"

“What? No, don’t bury me inside it!” James said, faking a pout. “I’m your big brother!”

"I was going to bury myself, but then I realized that if I did.. I wouldn't have any way to get out!"