I woke with a start, dripping in a cold sweat. It seems like I have nightmares every night since the break in. They don't scare me as much anymore. They only remind me that I fialed to protect my family. All my fault, I can't forget them. I can't forget anything. I won't allow myself anymore.
Sluggishly, I get out of my bed and walk down the hall to my friend Dillon's room. Sure he's a dude but we're not like that. This isn't the first time I've visited his room at night anyway.
Quietly, I open the door.
"Dillon, psst,"I whisper to him. He moves a little, but I know he's only pretending to sleep.
He has imsomnia.
"Dillon, I know you're awake, come out here".

In response I get a groan. He gets out of his bed and meets me in the hall.
"Nightmares?" ,he asked.
"Always", I replied a little too sarcasticly.
I look at him and see his face change from calm to annoyed. He never liked my sarcasm, but hey what can a girl do.
"Can we just go outside now", I pleded " like we used to?".
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He gave me a hard look, the kind an older sibling gives a younger in disapproval.
"Don.t you remember what happened to that Daphney girl across The Park", he said sternly.
I did remember. She was taking a night stroll in the park. People say she came home, others say she never came back. All the police found was a very mangled man with her ipod. The only seriously strange thing about the crime scene was , he had his lips sewn shut.
"Yes, I do ,but that was sevral years ago. Plus it was on the East side", I explained.
"Fine, we'll play your silly game, but only 5 rounds," he said maybe a bit too loudly.
--END OF PART TWO--