I fell into an easy nap that afternoon, waiting for my parents to come home. I usually have the house for a few hours to myself before they come home.
I was more tired than I realized, the last couple weeks had been hard. Especially with my heightened anxiety chasing sleep at night. I don't think I ever had any good sleep since.
I mean, who wouldn't have some sort of PTSD after witnessing something like that?
That was unnatural. Ghosts and angels are not something you normally see everyday.
The constant shifting around of shadows terrified me, flinching at every noise and every movement in my room. Yanking myself awake. I get anxiety attack even while asleep.
It was one of those uneasy feeling when it always felt like someone is watching me in the darkness. Like there's some unseen entity looming over, watching me as I slept.
I never felt those before until the night of the accident.
I've been restless since then and I can't stand it.
I began to feel heavy, like there's a weigh on my chest pushing down on me. Maybe it was just my anxiety flaring up again, or I'm developing sleep paralysis when I lifted my eyelids and saw a face.
His face was a blur unable to identify the owner immediately, blinking the blurriness when I saw him sharp and clear.
It was the same man.
My eyes shot wide open in fright, no girl enjoyed being stalk in their sleep.
His eyes widened reacting the same way I did.
For a few seconds we were trapped in each other's gaze, both our hearts pounding.
He was shocked that I saw him again and I was shocked at...why the hell is he watching me sleep so closely?
That's creepy even for an angel.
He blinked and his face relaxed, I saw the color of his eyes changed. From brown to gold, it glimmered and it looked perfectly gorgeous paired with his dark hair pushed back on his head.
His appearance began to blur and slowly disappeared but I was just lost in the moment.
The angel appeared to me again and he's in my bedroom watching me sleep. I'm not hallucinating, he's real.
I got up sitting on my bed, my heart rate easing down now.
My attention turned to the window, it was sunset, so that meant I wasn't asleep long. He must've followed me and James on our way here.
I got up to check the windows and doors around the house and found out they were all locked. I don't know how he got inside the house.
Did he just walk right through the walls?
I shook the thought out of my head, mom should be coming home anytime now.
But I couldn't help this nagging sensation behind me as if someone stood so close behind me, it got so heavy that I whipped around to see if there's anyone, but there wasn't.
It must be my imagination again. I hate to think he's still here, still stalking me.
Until I walked back to my bedroom expecting nothing when I a single black feather lured my attention to it. It laid on top of my pillow as if someone had gingerly placed it there.
I stepped wearily as I picked it up and admired its shiny gloss. It had a different kind of shine to it, it's light. It wasn't like a bird feather I'm used to. It was something else, something ethereal, something I couldn't explain.
I felt a breeze winnowed by my ear sending ripples of goosebumps coating my skin. The name Augustine whispered inside my head as if an angel murmured it to me.