CHAPTER 1:

Screams shook the halls. The adolescence peeked out of the near by rooms to see what happened. Curiosity in their eyes. It wasn’t aloud. Nobody out of their room past 10:00pm. Luckily it was 10:01pm. Thank god. The goodies sighed as they crawled back to bed. Thinking, oh yeah. I’m going to be able to sleep with that bitch screaming across the hall… Their thoughts trailed off as my attention was put on something much more important. Something that actually mattered to me. She was always there for me, no matter what. I don’t even know how I would have survived these miserable years without her. Shiloh, I would call her. She liked that name a lot. She thought it was better than what it really was. Sheila, was her first name, she never liked it. Miss Sheila Beaumanoir, I thought it was beautiful, but every time I would say it she would give me a face nobody wanted. The screaming ceased for a few moments and everyone who was here, seven people, regained a calm state of mind. Thank god its over, they all pressed in their minds. The little-uns peaked into the room hoping not to be lead back to their rooms. I hated it; they treated her, and I, like a freak show.

Everyone started to clear out of the room. Finally. That took them long enough. I thought silently. But as always it started up again and, the swarm came back. Everyone running back to her aid. She couldn’t do anything about it, but neither could I. This happened so very often; as long as I could remember. Swarms of people of every sort…rich ones, poor ones, young ones, old ones, wise ones, you name it and they were there. We had a number of doctors on campus, and they all say the same thing. “Night terrors”

Nobody knew anything. You can’t do anything about it! You are so wrong…Why don’t you get it. She isn’t like anyone else. She is special, maybe the only one. You can’t save here. She is not possessed. Why even try when there is no cure, no help, no anything. I screamed in my head trying to force them to hear, but they couldn’t. And if I could, why would they want to listen to me; someone of my nature; someone who can’t speak for herself; someone who is…mute.

I like always sat in my corner, the one parallel with my bed. It was normal for me to sit there. Shiloh’s bed is on the other side of the room, by mine. I hated people, not ‘didn’t like’, I absolutely despised people and their nature. They don’t understand what is going on. I can hear her screams, not the ones everyone else hears; but the ones on the inside. The ones trapped inside her head as she received the terrible ‘nightmares’. I heard her thoughts. They would echo on the inside of my head, and I would reply. I usually couldn’t affect her when she is unconscious and screaming. Pounding on the trees and glass that they enclosed her in. 

Screaming and screaming as her body flailed around her bed, just trying to get away. “No please, don’t. I tried. I couldn’t do it. No don’t! Leave me alone. I can’t! Won’t somebody save me?!” She would scream and scream as it toyed wit my heart. I couldn’t help; even pushing calming vibes towards her won’t help. Her screams of terror yearned for somebody to help, somebody to stop it. Stop the lies and the pain and the distress and everything. But, who can help someone who is unconscious. Or better question…how?

This was a routine for me now. She screamed. They came. And everything went black. Everyone would be there. Administrators, teachers, doctors, police and on-lookers that needed a new piece of gossip to spread. I hated them all…and their thoughts. “What happened this time?”;”Why won’t she just shut up?”; ”For gods sake she has been doing this for years now.”; ”Grow up and get over it.”; ”Why won’t they just send her home; I’m don’t with all of this.” They sicken me.

There was so many people. So many sets of curious eyes. So much terror. I couldn’t handle it. Everyone’s thoughts screaming in my head. So loud, I couldn’t hear my own wimpering crys to stop. I knew what was happening, but so did everyone else. But I knew more than them. I knew the actual reason to her screams and cries. Not for attention, but, because they were coming; and soon.