I was dreaming of nothing when I felt like someone got onto my bed.
There's two way we can guess what's happening before the light get into my eyes. An assassin was sent to kill me when I am asleep. If it's the case, sadly for them, they have failed. Also I am no stranger of getting into this kind of situation—before I came here, my enemy would find every opportunity to get rid of me. Judging how I am still alive now, no one ever succeeded.
Yeah, I'm cool like that I guess.
Compare to the first one, my second guess is kind of what's happening now.
The light from the moon passes through my thin drapes, giving me a little vision. Beside my bed, sit the girl I've saved today. Her face and dark hair is all clean now. She fits in Lilly's shirt which makes me wonder if my little sister really have grown so fast. This would be the Nelia I know in my class until her eyes glean orange—as if saying, 'are you sure I'm the same girl you calling?'
