A small wince causes me awake. My body slightly aches after Layla forced herself to string the roof. Reina is lying down shaking. Nightmares. We got them too before. But we built up a resistance. Things like those don’t faze us anymore because the past is the past, we need to look into the future. Looking into the darkness, I feel a wave of pity. A tad of empathy, I mean she just lost her family, friends and now has to live with a girl with split-personalities. Bad luck. She will get over it soon, and next time she will do what is needed of her.

“H-help… I’m sssorry…” she mutters under her breath.

Sleep talking. An apparent sign of going insane. What fun.

“I’ll do an-n-y thing, d-don’t leave m-me too…” she continues

To whom is she talking? She seems quite desperate, seeming as she’ll do ‘anything’.

“I-I d-don’t mean-n to b-be like this. I want to help. I d-don’t want to be a burden a-again-n.”

Wait, is she serious? Who is this person. I mean she does seem to be dead weight, but she still is helpful, plus other people need others to survive. Who is this? Are they like me. Looking up, I wait for the mutters to stop. To my surprise the did, and left Reina lying there shaking. Is she cold? Picking up the spare fabric we have, I draped it over her. She isn’t allowed to die yet.

“Oh, so you’re being nice now, huh?” Layla questions, making it sound as if she was taunting me.

Rolling me eyes, I sit back and stare at the wall, waiting. So many questions, yet I dare not to ask. It would make it seem as if I cared. It would give Reina false hope. Suddenly I tense, as the slight chitter chatter of other things grow louder and louder. I grab Reina and shove to the back of the cave, covering her mouth with the fabric. The ranting grows louder, as if searching for us. I grit my teeth, not daring to make a sound. I know it’s looking for us. Slowly, I grab Reina, suffocating her in fabric in hope no noise would come out. We will survive this night. All we have to do is not make a noise. Breathing in and out, I look into the dark shadows. Don’t make a sound, don’t make a sound. A prickling feeling scars my neck. Slightly shaking, I look for a place to hide befoe rit enters. It’s here.