I undressed and fell on the bed. I liked staying here, because the beds were as soft as clouds. I was nearly asleep when I heard something coming from the room next to mine, Liz’ room. Immediately, I jumped up an tiptoed to her room. She had completely disappeared under her blankets. “Help me,” she whispered. I carefully pulled her blankets back. She’d made herself as small as possible and her whole body shook. It hurt to see her like that. I stroke her hair and quietly hummed a random melody in an attempt to calm her down, but it had no effect. “Laat me los,” she randomly said. No, begged. “Liz.” I tried to wake her up, but she pushed me away. Damn, I got why she was tired sometimes. A normal person didn’t even have this energy when he or she was awake. “Wake up!” I didn’t whisper anymore, let’s say it was a friendly demand. No respond other than trying to push me away. If Louis saw this, I was in… Great, just what I needed. A over-protective best friend and brother and a curious little sister aka Mila, Louis and… Phoebe or Daisy, I couldn’t tell. “What is wrong with Liz?” Phoebe asked. “She has a bad dream,” I replied. I took her shoulder carefully. “Elizabeth, wake up! Elizabeth!” That moment she shot up and crashed in my arms, crying. “You’re safe, no one can hurt you,” I repeated several times, but she didn’t even hear me. Then an idea popped into my mind. “I’ll handle this.”

When she was finally asleep, I reached out for her phone. No school for her tomorrow, or actually today, it was freaking 3 AM. To be honest, I’d imagined this moment quite different. I yawned and stroke Liz’ hair. I wondered what had upset her like this. I recalled that Saturday night, when she’d practically freaked out and refused to tell us what had happened. I wanted to know, but even if she’d decide to tell me, I’d have to leave again. It was so frustrating. Eventually, I fell asleep as well, though very light, too worried about tomorrow.