She’s a Nightmare

They came in groups of three.
Nightmares always do.
Don’t ask me why, I don’t know.
There’s so much I don’t know.
What I do know is that they came to help us.
They’re here to help fight the uncontrolled fears that coalesce while we sleep,
plaguing us in our waking hours, robbing us of rest.

Nina was the youngest of the three, arguably the most wicked.

I can’t say why she chose me.
Maybe it’s because I have an uphill battle ahead of me, lifting the veil, sharing messages from voices unheard.
Maybe it’s because I was strange enough to see her as she really was.

Whatever the answer, she walked by my side for seven years, a Familiar, a friend, and a Nightmare to the end.