Things sorta changed one evening when she showed up at your door. She asked to stay the night cause of things at home, so of course you said yes. From then, she’s gotten closer to you. Whether it be outside of school or inside. You’ve noticed how she isn’t as scary as she seems.

Tonight was another night she was over. Her and her father got into another argument. This was getting a little repetitive, which you didn’t like. You didn’t want to see her go through something like this.

During the night you heard a noise coming from the kitchen. Leaving your room, you saw the spare bedroom door was open, guessing Anya went to grab something. You followed the noise into the kitchen, finding her by the sink. She took a sip of water from one of your glasses. You noticed the sweat on her neck, and the way her hands trembled slightly.

After a couple seconds she noticed you. She turned, placing the glass on the bench as she met your gaze. She didn’t want to admit she had another nightmare. Honestly, she didn’t want to be any more trouble than she was right now.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” She spoke up, her tone was quiet, more than usual. You could tell something was wrong. She was just to stubborn to admit to anything.