Still there

This incident has me shaken, whenever I turn off the light to sleep I can't. I feel.like Patrick is at the end of the room walking towards me to suffocate me. If I keep the lights on I can't sleep either, I stopped sleeping with the light on when I was six. I have been tossing and turning since I laid on bed to sleep, feeling exhausted and frustrated.

"I can't do this anymore, the worst he'll say is no". I huff, standing up as I head towards Gregory's room.

His light is off which means he is asleep. My heart is beating rapidly. "Deep breaths" I tell myself, taking several deep breaths. I stretch my hand to knock and the voice in my head is screaming at me not to. "I don't think I can do this" I whisper, shaking my head and retracting my hands to myself. I walk back towards my room and open the door. The darkness in my room makes me second guess if I can sleep here tonight. "I'm not sure I can sleep here either. Oh God Denise". I hold my head feeling defeated.

"You can do this". Giv