It should be known now that Sofia has never been a heavy sleeper. She didnâ€™t have insomnia as far as she knew but some nights were harder for her to get a good night sleep than others and some nights she doesnâ€™t get that much sleep at all. Ever since she was little, she has always had a small bit of trouble sleeping thanks to the spooky stories her brother use to frighten her with as a child. The stories themselves were just something a child would be afraid of, she has gotten over most of them with age and simply pushing them out of her mind, but unfortunately the damage was permanent. Drinking helped a little but it was just a quick fix so she would fall asleep faster, nothing that would keep her asleep. Little things tended to wake her. The wind blowing outside, rain drumming on the roof if it was raining, floorboards creaking under the weight of someoneâ€¦<br/><br/>Suddenly, she shot awake, frozen in her bed as the sound reached her sensitive ears. Her mother and father would probably be in bed by this time and she knew that they did not wake up for anything unless it was important or something. Those two could sleep through the Big Bang. The maids and housekeepers never lingered passed ten and the guards knew better than to go snooping around, usually staying outside. Who the hell was out there?<br/><br/>As paranoid as he could be from time to time her father had bought a gun for her, which rested in the safe behind the painting in her room, just in case she ever felt threatened or someone tried to break into her personal things, Why someone would do that she was not sure; she really didnâ€™t feel that she had anything special. She was not someone who liked guns but right now the thought of someone lurking about was not sitting well with her. But if she went for the gun and it turned out to be nothing she would just look plain silly if her parents woke up so what was she to do. A feeling of sickness squeezed her stomach and Sofia put her hand over her mouth to force down the urge to vomit. It was nothingâ€¦ right? There was nothing there at all. The more she told herself this the more she felt afraid, unsafe. Should she go out and prove to herself that there was nothing there?<br/><br/>She has never thought she would ever need to worry about someone breaking into this place in all the years her family has lived here at the mansion. This house was probably one of the most secure places in the city that people would often say that a gangster lived here. And while there have been a few occasions that people have tried to break in the guards always chased them away or they were escorted off the property in a pair of handcuffs. Sighing softly, she shook her head and rolled over, pulling the covers over her a bit more. Maybe it really was just nothing. But if it was nothing then why did she keep hearing that noise? It was really unnerving and deterred her from sleeping; eventually she decided to try her best to forget about the thought of a possible intruder since this was beginning to get rather silly.<br/><br/>Chances were it was nothingâ€¦ it had to be nothing. Hardly anyone had the balls to try to break in anyway, knowing who her mother and father were.<br/><br/>More than likely it was probably just one of her parents getting up to take a trip to the bathroom or something. Sofia sighed softly and closed her eyes again as she tried to relax and tell herself to get some sleep. She was tired, she has had a bad day at work, and she needed to sleep. There was nothing there and she was safe. With those thoughts in mind, she fell back into a state where she was asleep yet awake at the same time, vigilance failing to leave her since she still felt a little on edge.