*Gurgle*
*Gurgle*
'Am I in my bathtub?'
Feeling the cool wetness against her skin, soaking her from head to toe, Amaira found comfort in the tranquility and kept her eyes closed as her body slowly drifted in the water. If she was only dreaming of being back in her bathtub, she honestly didn't want to wake up.
Her thoughts wandered to Officer James and as she sunk further into relaxation, she wondered if it was all just a bad dream.
It became too hard for her to believe that she actually fought monsters, there's just no way something like that could've actually happened.
Carving wooden weapons, drinking vampire blood, only from her books and binge-watching Vampire Diaries did she ever imagine doing such things. And Officer James, he can't be dead...he just can't be.
