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“It’s only fitting that I am the one who keeps you safe. No one is what I am, no one is how I am. I can remember how you wished for help, begged for protection. Seeing your tears was more than I could ever bear. No one will harm you. No one will judge you, say you can’t do anything. You will fly, soar like airplanes, like angels, like the most powerful God. With me here for you, living for you, being your tank.

Here comes the rain, but you won’t feel it. I will take the brunt of it. You will always be warm, dry, safe. In this blackness I stand in now, you will see light, because I can see in the dark. I can bask in blackness and see our future. Seeing you in my box, in my sight, in my hand. You love me, I can hear you beg for me through this glass. You know you need me, I’ll show you that you’re right. I could look at you for eight life times, never moving. I would lay in your aurora and starve if it made you happy.

My hoody is soaked now but I’m happy you are dreaming of me. Hearing your moan, I know it’s for me. You are starting to rustle now. When I see your body move like that you know what it does to me. You tease. You slut. You whore. Why are you torturing me, you know I’m here to protect you. Stop begging for me. I want you too. I need you too. YOU WHORE! STOP HURTING ME! YOU’LL BE SORRY! ILL SHOW YOU! IM GOING TO GET YOU! NO ONE CAN PROTECT YOU! YOU’RE GOING TO SWALLOW IT! I SWEAR YOU WILL! YOU’RE MINE!”

“You’re awake . . .”

She shot up in bed. Sweat streamed down her face. The rain was slamming against the window, the darkness was so thick outside. She swore she heard someone yelling but it was probably just the storm outside.

A flash of lightning shows blackened eyes in her window.

She screams and produces a pistol and runs to the window. Nobody there. She sighs relief. It was just the tree next to her window. Back to sleep.

The moment sleep takes her back, the Eye of the Ghost returns . . .