I pull the covers over my head and I cry myself into a restless sleep. I’m woken what seems like only minutes later to the sound of my window being pushed open. I can’t see a damned thing, and my body freezes in fear as I hold my breath, wondering what the hell is happening. I hear the thumping of feet, and I sit up quickly, crying out, “Who the hell is there?” “It’s me.” Blade? I blink a few times, rubbing my eyes. I must be hearing things. “Blade?” “Yeah.” “W-w-what?” The floorboards creak as he strides over to my bed. Boots thump on the floor, then the sounds of rustling clothes before the bed dips. Suddenly his presence is over me, his face right in front of mine. I don’t understand. “What are you doing here?” “I can’t do it.” “Do what?”
