Book 15: My Only Friend

Blake

I wake to full darkness, a nearly full moon painting the bedroom in strips of silver. Moonlight illuminates Marianna and Skye, the latter stretched out like a starfish between us, one fist resting against Marianna’s cheek while the other clutches my wrinkled shirt in a death grip. My body feels heavy, and my brain takes several seconds to register the room around us. I’ve been asleep most of the day, and well into the night, which hasn’t happened in many years.

I’m still not fully awake as I untangle Skye’s fingers from my shirt. She opens her eyes to slits but quickly succumbs to a deep slumber again before I’ve loosened her fingers enough to slip free.

Everything that happened in the last day or so barrels back to me the second my feet touch the floor. I slump on the edge of the mattress, hanging my head in my hands as the visions I saw ripple through my head.

The stars are now quiet, like they’ve done their job and can now rest, just