“GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!!!” I yell as I kick my feet.

“relax M, I’m right here”

I take a deep breath & tries to focus. …It’s not the a claustrophobic, it’s well I don’t like small places. Ok fine so I am, I hate them. I got barred “alive”…how many time has it been? Let’s just go with a lot… I growl. “get me out of here before I find my own way out”

~what r u going to do, kill me~ I hear him laugh.

“yes, cut off that head of your & kick it to the next town, then I’ll ripe off…” he opens the lid.

He yells “don’t worry,” he looks down at me “I found her”

I jump at him wrapping my hand around his neck. “what is wrong with u?” I growl as I tighten my grip.

~M, this is fun & all but…~ I jump up & spins around.

“I’m sorry” I smile & helps Sabola up.

“well I think I picked the right umm,” he kicks the coffin “vampire for the job.” he holds out his hand. I take it.

“M this is ur new client” Sabola smiles proudly out him.

…I thought I told him, no private clients… “I’m sorry sir but I think something got crossed…”

“no I think u will do just fine” he grins “M. I’m Mr. J” I try not to laugh as the theme song of ANTM plays in my head.

“well Mr J” …why do they alway thing there always acts like a spy, well Mr J let see who u really r… “mr J, how did u come up with that Mark? Ur more like a Mr M&M.”

-shit how did she know, must have been the other one told her.- he nods “my middle name is…”

I cut him off & grins “doesn’t start with a J either, but let’s get down to this, I have things to do.”

He hands me a folder. “everything is there”

I nods …Sabola is a dead vampire… I take the folder & walks back to the couch as Sabola let’s “mr j” out. I follow his thoughts as he walks out -that was easier than I thought, no pain & Im still in one piece-she will pay, I told her never to mess with me-I see the images play in my head as he relives the memory. …interesting…

“So, am I good or what?”

I turn on the couch. “get out”

He steps back, “What?”

I get up “get out of my house!!!”

“M relax it was just a joke &” He ducks as a dish goes fling past him “I’ll be back later” He disappears out the door & yells from the hall. “by the way, Happy Birthday” another plate hits the door.

“next time get me something shiny!!!” I scream.

…ya some birthday gift…

~knock knock M~ I smile as I pick up on my roommates thoughts ~I know u can hear me~ digs a little deeper into his mind & rolls out of bed. …I know it was always weird to talk this way but it was so much easier...

…yes I know… Opens the door and once again seeing myself through my friends eyes. I stood there pale white my hair no longer long and brown, more of a cherry apple and short, my eyes are a strange mix of orange & blue.

~well u look like hell~

…i love u too… I hold out my arms for the bags. …did u find them?…

He nods and hands them over. I hug the bag to me and runs to the kitchen.

…How to describe Sabola? It’s hard, I’ve know him for a long long long time & yet he still hasn’t changed. He’s my best friend I guess. Can he really do friends with me, I mean… I look up.

“let me guess still not sleeping”

“yes & no” he give me a that look, you know the one the parent gives there kid when they know your lying. It’s been a long time since Ive gotten that look.

…I mean it, I’m sleeping but not getting any rest… Shuts him out before he responds

“I know you can still hear me & I also know”

I cut him off “u know what, that my sleeping is as useless as u laying in that damn coffin of your during the day, new flash: its a new invention called blinds, time change Sabola even if we don’t” takes a deep breath & focuses before I loss it …in good air, out bad…

“no” …how can he be so damn calm??? there should be a law against that… “that u should try something like advil pm.”

“says the blood sucker” looks in the fridge …nothing… I turn back to the bag and looks inside.

“u know ur a bitch when u can’t sleep” …&… “& it’s getting old” …like me… “yes like u”

“Sabola I’m sorry, but u know how I work. Look tonight my day off” I smile “& I’m going 2 bed right now” I emtpy the bag and start to put everything away.  …I should be nicer to him… I grab an apple and a bottle of water out of the bag.

“M, u know u don’t have to do this to yourself, I can help u”

Looks back & into his gray eyes “yes & thats why its my day off” he groans “look just go to a few clubs, bars & then come back home”
He nods ~u owe me one~

“love if I don’t do it” I shurg & walk down the hall.

…who will…

Opens the door to my office and drops the books on my desk …a lot of work… looks out the window and holds up my coffee cup …ah running on coffee…wish it helped more

I take a sip of the coffee and opens one of the books. I focuse on looks at the pages looking for -lights on- I hear myself groans -I know she’s there & damn- Spits out a mouth full of coffee and cough as my head full with a number of images of a half dress, well me …what the hell?…shit fred… the book is forgotten as I run to close the door

“Hey Melony -damn, I’d like to tap that-” he leans on the door to my office, two coffee cups in hands “how was your night? -bet I could have made it better-” He holds out one cup.

I shake my cup and my head at the tall blondie teacher …maybe he’ll just go away… “hello fred” I smile at him looking into his blue eyes …go away, go away… I try not to roll my eyes as another round of images fill my head “it was …fun, long, hard, painful… good”

“that’s good, so I was thing that tonight” I rub my head & holds up my cup as another load of images pop into my mind.

“I dont think so fred” …where is Sabola when I need him…ya “sleeping”

He continues to talk as I do something that I never do. Ok that’s was a lie, something that I do when men like fred will not go away. I smiles as I slip into his mind tring not to gag ….Shoot, look at the time, I’m sorry Mel, I need to run… I blink seeing myself through his eye …damn I look like hell… watches myself rub my red eyes & run my hand through my curly brown hair …clam down Mel… watches myself fix my shirt & look straight into his eye …blue… looks myself up and down …good, I look well, I look human…

“Shoot, look at the time, I’m sorry Mel, I need to run.” fred set the extra coffee down on my books and run down the hall

….ouch… rubs my head as I’m forced back into my own mind & watch him leave

…Thank god…

Hey you have ever had one of those weeks, you know what I mean. One of those weeks were you wake up and feel like you just closed your eyes. This is week 3, no maybe 4. Sabola would know…

I hit the alarm clock …He always knows…

I slowly get up out of bed and makes my to the bathroom. maybe I need a change of space or a change of job. Yes, a new job

Turns on the hot water and pulls off my clothes before stepping inside for my morning shower mmmm no more late nights, no more crazy dreams, well when I do sleep

Looks down and watches the mixture of blood and water drain. I closes my eyes and takes a deep breath no more pain, I could…maybe try a doctor again or maybe be a teacher full-time

Slowly I turn off the water and sighs looking into the mirror. Carefully I trace the bright red marks and hisses at the pain. Sets my head on the mirror closing my eyes.

shit why me? Holds my breath and listens to the pops. Opens my eyes seeing marks are gone. I rest my hand on the mirror.

only…if I could just sleep…