I believe I was unconscious again. Nothing strange went on except for blackness and crazy dreams of my sister, but I knew it was a dream. And when I awoke, I felt like crap. Complete shit.
When my eyes finally gave me a little bit of vision, I noticed a girl was beside my bed, lighting a candle before what look like doing something to by bed. Because of how deep I slept and my position, the girl must have not seen my probably eyes open. And I could barely see her as well, minus the long black hair and grey maid outfit. Was this another dream? I don’t recall having a blonde haired maid.
But the girl began fixing my covers which were crumpled and rumbled above my head. She stopped with a small scream when my body shuddered.
“Faye!” she practically yelled. “You’re awake!” I opened my eyes to find the young lady close beside my bed. A bit too close to my face. She was a young girl, probably around my age with eyes like fire, like Vincent’s but hair blonde and gorgeous.
“Who are you?” My voice croaked but thankfully my body was regaining it’s strength. “What the fuck do you want?” I asked, propping myself on the bed. Her small eyes opened wide with confusion.