73 Forearm

ZAC

I wake up from a sleep that felt like the dead. It is almost as if I have a hangover. I can not seem to remember anything after I saw Amy coming into the room. I do not know if we spoke to each other or what happened. I start to look around me to see if I can see her but then I see someone I really did not want it to see.

I quickly look at my watch and I see that it is five minutes before midnight. Maybe if I quickly close my eyes again and act as if I am sleeping, she would just turn around and go back to her quarters. I close my eyes in the hope that my plan would work.

I hear her walking into my room and then she sits on the chair next to me. I start to wonder if she has been doing this every night and I must say this is kind of freaky. I listen carefully if I can hear what she is doing and then suddenly I feel a hand on my forearm. What the fuck? What is she doing?

Then I hear what sounds like a whisper.