Nothing Rests

“There he is!” Rachel exclaimed and pointed at her window.

“I don’t see anything. I told you you’re hallucinating,” replied Katie.

“Katie stop! How do you not see him?!”

“Dude, you just smoked too much again, chill out. Can I go back to my room now? It’s been like an hour.”

“Please don’t! Wait. Can I sleep with you again?”

“Jesus Christ, Rache, we’re not doing this anymore. You’re fucking 27. Go see a damn therapist. We’re on the third floor – no one could make it up here and just chill outside of your window,” Katie said as she got out of Rachel’s bed.

“No! Please don’t!” Rachel sobbed as she grasped Katie by the hand. “Just stay here until I fall asleep again? Please?”

“Rachel, I’ve spent the last three months either letting you sleep in my bed or staying with you until you fall asleep. I need my space. I love you but I can’t be your fucking crutch anymore. You’ve got to get past this. I don’t get why you don’t file a restraining order or something against Ben? It would make you feel better.”

“Because. He, like, didn’t really do anything. You know that.”

“Yeah but he stalks this shit out of you and is making you psycho!”

“No. He’s harmless. He would never do anything and I feel like that would just ruin his life.”

“I’m done with this Rachel. You won’t listen to me. Good night.” Katie tore away from Rachel’s grip and ran into her room, slamming and locking her door just after the cat ran in, and too late for Rachel to catch her.

Rachel fell to the floor sobbing, one palm on Katie’s door. Some minutes passed. “This is it,” she told herself. She stood, pulled her sleeve over her hands and wiped her face dry, and slowly walked towards her room, eyes pinned on the window inside.

Apart from the floor slightly creaking under her feet, and the radiators clanging and hissing, it was absolutely silent in the apartment. All the lights were on, but as Rachel entered her room she quickly flipped hers off. The half moon bathed the rooftop outside her window, where she could make out every edge of every shingle, and washed white the floor of her room just in front of it. She stood still, staring in anticipation, but nothing appeared. As she slipped on her bedgown, still nothing appeared. She dipped into her covers and kept staring at the window. An hour passed and her eyes grew heavy and too drowsy to stay open. As she fell into her slumber, her sleep twitches jerked her awake and she turned towards the window with a gasp. Still, nothing appeared. But chills and goosebumps ran up her spine and down her arms, and she jumped out of bed and stood in the middle of the room, her arms crossed in the cold. Then she noticed the window was cracked open, and suddenly she felt someone breathing on the back of her neck, and whisper “Did you miss me?” followed immediately by what felt like two hands starting to choke her. Rachel flung her elbow back and around, attempting to hit whomever was behind her, but she simply turned in place without seeing or hitting anything.

“Katiiiiiie?” a soft yell turned into a scream. Out of the corner of her eye she saw something pass through the moonlight outside of her window.

“Katie! Help me please! Seriously!” she sobbed loudly as she ran to Katie’s door. When her fist hit, the door swung open. “Katie? Please come -” she stopped in awe that Katie’s bed was empty and the cat was gone, too. “Katie?!” she screamed.

Rachel grabbed her phone from the couch and called Katie as she ran to the front door, but her phone kept ringing in her room. The bathroom door was open and empty, too. Rachel grabbed the front door and pulled, then twisted the deadbolt to unlock it, but still couldn’t open the door. She twisted it one way and pulled, and found it still locked, and then the other way, still locked.

“HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!” Rachel was now on the floor screaming through the gap under the door. She heard slow and heavy footsteps getting closer and louder, at which point she fell silent. Clenching a knife she grabbed rom the counter, she turned her back against the door and stood there trembling. A shilouette of a hand appeared on the door jam of her room, and as Rachel began to scream and sob again, a voice spoke “Rache, let me in. Let me in, Rachel. RACHEL, LET ME IN!” The door swung open and threw Rachel to the ground.

“Rachel what the fuck?!” Katie yelled with the cat in her arms, standing over her. “Are you ok?”

“What? I – just – but I called you. You…the guy!” she said as she turned her head towards her room.

“Dude. Chairman Meow ran out when I went to take out the garbage.”

“But…you were gone. And he was -”

“Jesus not again, Rachel! Ben?! Restraining order. You’re gonna end up killing yourself before he kills you.”

Katie helped Rachel back up and to her bed. After they smoked and Katie held Rachel for a while, she said, “See? Nothing to worry about. I’m going to bed. He’s not here and he never was.”

“There he is!” Rachel exclaimed and pointed at her window.

“I don’t see anything. I told you you’re hallucinating,” replied Katie.

“Katie stop! How do you not see him?!”

“Dude, you just smoked too much again, chill out. Can I go back to my room now? It’s been like an hour.”

“Please don’t! Wait. Can I sleep with you again?”

“Jesus Christ, Rache, we’re not doing this anymore. You’re fucking 27. Go see a damn therapist. We’re on the third floor – no one could make it up here and just chill outside of your window,” Katie said as she got out of Rachel’s bed.

“No! Please don’t!” Rachel sobbed as she grasped Katie by the hand. “Just stay here until I fall asleep again? Please?”

“Rachel, I’ve spent the last three months either letting you sleep in my bed or staying with you until you fall asleep. I need my space. I love you but I can’t be your fucking crutch anymore. You’ve got to get past this. I don’t get why you don’t file a restraining order or something against Ben? It would make you feel better.”

“Because. He, like, didn’t really do anything. You know that.”

“Yeah but he stalks this shit out of you and is making you psycho!”

“No. He’s harmless. He would never do anything and I feel like that would just ruin his life.”

“I’m done with this Rachel. You won’t listen to me. Good night.” Katie tore away from Rachel’s grip and ran into her room, slamming and locking her door just after the cat ran in, and too late for Rachel to catch her.

Rachel fell to the floor sobbing, one palm on Katie’s door. Some minutes passed. “This is it,” she told herself. She stood, pulled her sleeve over her hands and wiped her face dry, and slowly walked towards her room, eyes pinned on the window inside.

 

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