Camilla POV

My eyes shot open after a horrible nightmare. I realized I was sweating and shaking even though the night was cool.

I looked over at my alarm clock.

02:38

It was too early to prepare for school but I couldn't stay in the house any longer so I decided to go for a walk.

I stood up from my bed and walked into the bathroom. I looked at looked at myself and sighed, I looked like a zombie. Hair sticking up in all directions, dull eyes, huge bags underneath my eyes, pale –paler than usual– skin and rumpled clothes.

I took off my clothes, walked under the shower and turned it up to boiling. I sighed as the water burned my skin.

Some people call it torture but I call it bliss. I relaxed as the water helped release the tension in my body and tried to remember my nightmare but it had already faded from memory. Again.

I groaned annoyed that I couldn't even remember a few seconds of the nightmare.

I've been having nightmares for as long as I can remember but they were usually around once or twice a month and I thought they stopped but they came back with a vengeance on that horrible night five years ago.

That night haunts me 'til now every waking moment. It's the first thing I think when I wake up and the last thing I think when I fall asleep.

This is a cycle. Wake up from a nightmare sweating and shaking, look in the mirror and see a zombie looking back at me, have a shower with boiling hot water, try to remember the nightmare but it has faded from memory, get angry at myself for not remembering my dream and go for a walk.

I barely ever get a break from this cycle.

I wash my body and put on a pair of leggings and a baggy t-shirt then put on a pair of converse and quietly walked out of the house hoping nobody could hear me and wake up.

I could feel my feet leading me somewhere but my mind wasn't focused on where I was going all I could think about were ways I could what happened, what I could do to stop it from happening and when I snapped out of my thoughts, I was standing at the edge of a familiar clearing in the woods.

Shouldn't have been surprised that my feet would lead me here. I found this clearing a few years ago after trying to leave the house because of a nightmare and it became my special spot.

Whenever I had to think or I just had a nightmare or just want to escape from my parents I come here. I come here enough that it is ingrained in my subconscious and even if I'm not paying attention I still end up here.

I was about to walk in when I heard crying. It sounded like a little girl so I slowly walked towards her.

She was sitting on the ground holding her knees to her chest and her head was between her knees as she cried.

"What's wrong little girl?" I asked in a soft voice trying not to scare her.

She looked up at me and scrambled to stand up slowly backing away from me. I could tell she was scared that I would do something to her and I'm not surprised. If I were a little girl standing in the woods in the middle of the night and someone came to talk to me I'd be scared too.

I stopped walking trying to show her I wasn't a threat.

"I'm not going to hurt you okay love?" I continued softly.

She stops moving backwards and I slowly walk towards her.

When I'm in front of her I bend down to her level and use my hand to wipe the tears on her face.

I got a good look at her and I have to admit she is the cutest thing I've ever seen.

She had adorable big blue eyes and black hair put in pigtails. She couldn't be more than 5 years old and I wondered again what could have happened to make her be in the woods at this time.

"Why are you in the woods so late?" I asked her still speaking softly concerned for the little girl in front of me.

Suddenly, she jumped into my arms and put head on my shoulders and started crying again. I hugged her to me and stood up walking around the clearing and rocking her trying to calm her down.

"Shh, little girl everything will be fine." I cooed at her.

"No it won't, he's going to leave me." She said in between crying.

"Who's going to leave you?" I asked softly.

"Jonny." She said her crying had reduced to sniffles.

"Who's Jonny?" I asked.

"My brother." She said in her tiny baby voice.

Now that she wasn't crying I could clearly hear her voice and it sounded adorable.

Now that she had stopped crying I sat on the ground with her in my lap.

"Why would he leave an adorable little girl like you?" I asked tickling her when I said adorable.

She giggled and with a pout said, "I want to tell you but mommy and daddy say it's a secret."

"Okay then, if it's a secret let's just talk about ourselves." I said and she nodded.

"I'm Amy." She said.

"I'm Camilla." I said.

"Ca-mi-lla." She tested it out and she looked so adorable.

She shook her head, "It's too long, I'll call you Cammy."

"Alright Amy, how old are you?" I asked.

She raised five fingers and said, "Four."

I giggled and put down one of her fingers.

"Now that's four." I said and she looked at her finger and smiled.

"How old are you Cammy?" She asked.

"I'm seventeen." I said and she frowned.

"You and Jonny are old." She said.

"How old is Jonny." I asked.

"He's 17 too." She replied.

I was about to say something but I heard a rustling behind the trees and I stood up carrying Amy in my arms.

A figure stepped out and growled.

"What are you doing with my sister?" The figure in the shadows said.