Confessions of an Unconcious Murderer

So apparently I have a sleepwalking problem..
That's not such a horrible thing right?? But there's a problem when you wake up one morning to find your cute girly pajamas soaked in someone else's blood....


7. Bedtime

That night i laid in my cell in my usual silence. My thoughts became clouded and i could not sleep at all. Not with my mind yelling these memories at me. I shouldn't be here. I should be at home. I can't help what i did, i can't change it either. I start to get that dizzy feeling again. i always got this feeling before i fall asleep, before i sleepwalk. My eyelids droop heavily and before i know it i am asleep and dreaming. 

     I am in Grant's house. He is in his room getting ready for bed He was shirtless and his hair was a bit messy. He turns to me as i stand in his doorway. "what are you doing here Bethany? How did you get here?" he looked a bit scared. I stepped closer to him, he backed away. "Bethany, I dont know how you got out of your cell but you need to go back before you get caught." he put his hands slightly out in front of him as if he was showing he had no weapon in his hands. I gripped what i was holding tighter. Not knowing what it was i brought it into my sights and saw i was holding a gun. I looked from the gun to him with a confused look. He kept looking at me in fear as if i was about to kill him. "Is this a dream?" i asked. He shook his head. Feeling dazed and confused, i sat on the edge of his bed and put the gun beside me. Grant walked toward me slowly. He carefully slid the gun out of my reach placing it far away on his dresser. He walks back over to me and sat down beside me. "Why are you here bethany?" he asks sitting rather close to me. I shrug and remain silent trying to gather my thoughts together. "whats going on?" his voice was calm and caring as if he actually gave fucks about me. "i-i-i honestly dont know.." i replied with a stutter. he placed his hand on my shoulder, I looked up from the floor and into his eyes. "This feels like a dream, I must be sleepwalking." i whispered and turned my body to his. "you need to go back." he said to me still not breaking the gaze from my eyes. i shook my head. "I dont want to go back. i just want to go home." I began to cry. Thats something i hadnt done in a while. I was sobbing now, He wrapped his arms around me and tried to comfort me. his voice still sounded scared and cautious. 

Thats when i woke up in my cell, my lips tasting of someone else's saliva. 

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