She lies awake at night afraid of what haunts her dreams. She can’t fall asleep even if she wants to. Too many thoughts haunting her mind. Screams echoing in the night. She feels as if she can’t trust anyone. She shivers under her blanket as distorted whispers echo around her. She feels as if someone or something, is watching her. There is one that stands out among the rest. Still watching her, but she feel comforted but the whispers and respectful gaze. Not watching her, but watching over her. “Sleep,” the voice whispers. She’s comforted and does and she’s told. She ignores the haunting voices, and listens only to the soft whispers of her dead brother.