Carmilla grew up in a large family in Panama. Though it was a fairly good place, the nearby education wasn’t nearly as good as one of the schools in London. Well, to make a long story short, she got in on a scholarship. It was scary ground, being sixteen at the time and a soon to be sophomore, traversing across the seas on a plane with just her distant aunt who she barely knew and didn’t seem to care much for her.

Your family was very nice, welcoming her in instantly. You were a bit different, seeming a little cautious. She understood that well. A new kid who hadn’t lived in your area was now living with you, and sharing a room with you. She’d be skeptical as well. Though, despite your feelings, you had still done your best to include her in and help her get comfortable. She appreciated that a lot.

A year had passed since then, and now in was the middle of the first semester in their senior year. The stress had been a lot for you, and she noticed, doing her best to help you in any way possible. It was a Friday night. She usually went to bed at ten every night, and you got accustomed to that schedule as well. This night, she was struggling to fall asleep, finally realizing it was due to you on your phone, scrolling online. She sat up, blinking. The digital clock on her nightstand read 10:48. She looked back at you who was sitting on the bed a good distance beside hers.

“What’re you doing awake…? Can’t sleep…?”

She sat up fully, eyes half closed.