Maeve sat upright in her bed with a start. Her heart was pounding, thretening to leap from her chest. There was that loud scream again. Sleep was an enemy, for with it came that scream. whether or not it came from her own mouth Maeve did not know. The actual person the scream belonged to, Maeve did know. Every time she slept her soul travelled back to that day, that moment, and relived the horror.<br/><br/>Brushing her vibrant red hair back from her face she tossed the quilt aside. With a heavy sigh Maeve turned and placed her feet flat to the icy cold floor. This didn't bother her however. Temerature was almost null. Silently, she tiptoed to the heavy metal door. With complete ease she pulled it open, all the while sending the screeching of metal echoing down the halls. Long wavy red curls bounced from side to side as Maeve checked both directions to see if it was clear. Satisfied Maeve stepped out, trying as best she could to close the door silently behind her. Once it clicked back into place she started left, onward to the kitchen.<br/><br/>Maeve ran her fingernails along the wall to a soft tune she hummed. When the late night horror trip leaves her shaking, which was more often than not, Maeve used music to calm her. Finally reaching her destination the hallway opened up to two large rooms. The first that had to be travelled to reach the kitched had a huge sectional, with a big flat screen television perched up in the wall. The built in entertainment center held the t.v. as well as hundreds of movies. The lamps on either side of the "living" area were dim, but provided just enough light. Maeve skirted around the centered island and tugged open the fridge door. At the bottom Maeve found her beverage, pulled it out, popped the top off and stuck it in the microwave. From the mohagony cupboard she pulled down a wine glass, then retrieved the wine from the rack at the other end of the kitchen. She spun in cirles humming as she moved around the kitchen. Forgetting about her "nightmare" for the time being. The shrill beep from the microwave, the clank of the glass and bottle, Maeve loved the sounds of the kitchen. Leaving the wine bottle and the empty canister of her own beverage on the islands granite counter she made her way to two huge French double doors. Tan-ish cream colored curtains hung over all the windows. As Maeve pulled open the doors a light breeze ruffled the curtains around and pushed her long curls back. She closed her bright green eyes and sucked in a deep breath. The air was thick with the smell of dirt, and trees. It rained the night before, but despite that the night sky was clear. With the new moon the stars shone radiently, calling out for attention. "Look at me ." Maeve whispered, head upturned at she gazed upon the distant jewels. In just her oversized button up shirt Maeve leaned sideways along the balcony rail and began to sip from her personal wine concoction; the drink lightly staining her lips red. This time she did not sing or hum. She just stood there staring up at the sky, smiling and sipping from her drink.<br/><br/>Sent from my room using tapatalk