three am. she had laid there for hours, begging for the calm embrace of sleep to overcome her. she tossed, turned. ted snored. for once, that was not what was keeping her awake, rather, voices. whispering that she couldn’t make out, faint screams that she couldn’t place. she’d been hearing them for months, louder each night, but forever out of earshot.
she’d decided she was crazy. she decided to ignore them. even with such a resolution, sleepless nights were a future she knew she’d soon have to accept. that’s why by three - fifteen she was downstairs, starting her first cup of coffee of the day. eyes stared off into the distance, echoes of calls she couldn’t decipher ringing in her ears, knuckles white as she gripped her mug to fight the way her fingers shook.
but when holly broke the silence, karen’s eyes snapped down to her daughter, empty expression turning into one of concern. brows were furrowed, a sudden frown turning her lips. ‘ holly ? wh – what’s wrong, baby ? ’ she hurries onto her knees, hands making quick work of pulling the little girl into a hug, rocking her back and forth. ‘ why are you scared, honey ? ’ holly’s shoulders are still in her grasp as she pulls her back to look at her face. ‘ did you have a nightmare ? ’
when she was brought into her arms that is when she felt safe, like mommy could take on the monster and make the day better. once she pulled away to look at her face, she sniffled bringing a hand up to move her hair out of her eyes, where tears slipped down her cheeks. she shook her head at the question sniffling once more before she parted her lips -- “the monster, mommy..” she trailed off in an almost whisper. “the one in the trees..” she tried to explain while hiccuping through her tears.
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