"Luna?" I heared my door crack open and see my mother with wide eyes. I sat up with cold swet running down my neck. I was shaking enough it was difficult to responded to such easy words. Drops of sun peked threw the window.
"Hey," my voise crack and she ran to my side at once.
"You were screaming," she said touching my face. Her face asked all the questions. My cheeks turned red from embarrassmet. This was not the first time. "You alright, mija?"
"Yeah, mama," I flicked on my lamp to see my mother's worried eyes. Her brown hair was up in a messy bun while she wore a pink night gown with the yellow robe I gave her last chrismas. She touched my forehead with a worried smile.
"It's your last day home." I looked around my old room that I cant reconize any more with these boxes all over. My rassberry color walls are now naked. My first apparment a waits me.
"Ugh. . ." I sighed in reflief. My new home is ready to live in. I dont know if I'm ready to be on my own.
"Wow," Zuliema said. Zuliema is my little sister. She was so beautiful it suprises me she isn't a modle by now. Her hair just grew past her shoulder and was darker than a starless sky at night. Her big brown eye all ways had a twinkle in it. She was quite short for a 15 year old but her face was so grown up she could pass as 17. She had bright pink full lips with rosey cheeks upon her light skin.
"Isn't nice?" I asked with a smile. My living room was painted white with red curtens hanging from every window. The wall next to my open kitchen had black roses and vines that lead into the hallway. My apartment had only one bedroom. I painted it red to match my black and red bed sheets.
"Luna?" I heared Zuliema's voice crack so i pull her down to sit with me on my new couch.
"What is it?" She wiped her tear quick.
"Will you visit us?"
"Well your still my little sister what do you think?" I kissed her cheek. "Now you hungry?"
Pulling up to this restraunt my stomach began to yell at me. Inside it was kind of chilly I kepted my swetter on the whole time. The waiter seeted us in the fare coner. Looking around My eyes cought another.
The man from my nightmare.