Lord Loss (2008)
“Curled into a ball on top of it. Weeping. Shaking. Fingers over my eyes. Peeping through them at fitful intervals, waiting for the demon master and his cohorts to come.Hours later. Footsteps on the stairs. My heart almost stops.Panting. Eyes wide. Remembering the carnage — Mom, Dad, Gret. Praying it's quick. I don't want to suffer. Maybe I should take the blade of the axe to my throat before the demons …Whistling — Dervish!I moan with relief. The footsteps stop, then start towards my room. I scurry underneath the covers and draw them up around my chin.Dervish opens the door and sticks his head in. “You OK, Grubbs?” he asks.“Yes,” I answer weakly. “Just a bad dream.”“I can sit with you if you want.”“No. I'm fine. Really.”“See you in the morning then.”“'Night.”He only half-closes the door when he leaves. I want to rush to it and slam it all the way shut, but I don't dare step off the bed — afraid Vein or Artery might be lying beneath, waiting to snap at my ankles and drag me off into th...eir world.Dawn takes an age to come, but eventually the sun rises and burns my fears away with its cleansing rays.As the sun clears the horizon and chases the shadows of night westward, I crawl out of bed, over to the window, and throw it open.MoreLess
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