Sleeping angel

Her father, Mr Heather ,was more worried when she didnt wake up. He shook her more vigorously, slightly slapping her cheeks. Nittah breathed in heavily and ,as if her eyes were waiting for that ,they snapped open . She quickly sat up on the bed and hugged her knees tightly. Her night gown was drenched in sweat and some strands of her hair sticked to her neck.

She looked around her room before registering that she was home and she just had a nightmare. Was it just a night mare? It felt so real. Instinctivly, she touched her neck . "Are you alright?" Mr. Heather asked with a worried face. With a trembling voice,she answered "Yuh. Im fine."
"You look shaken."pointed out her father. "Was it that bad?"
"Not really." Nittah lied even though she knew it was far worse than bad.
"Catch some air. You will be fine. Its just a dream. Nothing real. " her father comforted her. He planted a kiss on her forehead and left the room closing the door behind him.

As soon as her father left ,Nittah felt scared . She quickly ran to the mirror to check her neck. There they were. Imprints of her sister's hand. The skin had reddened on the spots and it was sore to touch. Earlier when she touched her neck she felt nothing but now she was sure she would have a sore throat.

A thought crossed her head and she decided to confirm it. Heading to the door,she opened it and went to her sisters room ,She pushed the door open making it produce a ....sound. She slowly turned the door knob feeling her heart beating faster. She slowly opened it three inches to peek inside. She could see her dressing table with a mirror on the wall on top of it .She tilted her eyes further to her bathroom door, then to her bedside lamp ,to her bed, her first pillow,the second ,and the third. She was not in her bed! it was neatly made. Her heart skipped a bit and she could feel it beat in her throat. With the rate her heart had been beating, she was sure she would be diagonised of hypertension.
Betty who was sleping on the coach with books all around her groaned. Nittah quickly turned towards the direction of the groan and she saw her sister sleeping peacefully on her belly. Her head resting on the arm of the coach ,with her lips slightly parted and drool passing through the corner if her mouth. Her left hand hanging on the floor. Her right hand below her chin.That hand .That hand that almost killed her. She felt goosebumps rise on her nape. She quickly closed the door with a thud and ran to her room .which was one room after hers.

Nittah quickly climbed on the bed turning on the bed lamp, she covered herself fully. She knew she couldn't sleep again that night but she forced her eyes to close. Flushing images of the nightmare kept coming on her mind and she officially decided closing her eyes was not the best option. She kept them open, over thinking every detail of the dream until she was swept over by a deep sleep.