(Esmee) Deamons of her dreams (Mi's side)

Daemons of her dreams.

Esmee

Mi never slept well. I had watched her many times before either when she was in hospital or on red observations and her sleep was always interrupted with invisible monsters unless she was sedated. I had told Dr Jordan about my concerns about the lack of quality sleep she actually got and he had prescribed Zlopiclon. It helped but it didn’t cure the problem Therapy was the only thing that could do that but at the moment she was deemed to sick to gain anything from it. I had argued that with out it she didn’t have a hope; he argued that therapy wasn’t cheap and he would not suggest a treatment that would not work. He said that Mi didn’t want to get better and shut the door on my face but I new he was wrong. Mi did not want to be sick; she just didn’t have a clue how to get better and there was a pill that would have made it all go away she wouldn’t be able to take it because she was just too tired to do so.

I wished there was something I could do as I watched the same expression cross over her face as the beads of cold sweet gather other her fore head as the daemons of her dreams took her away from the place where she was safe. I had told her that I would be there to fight them away but I would have to wait for her to wake up screaming before I could do that as there was no way I could get into her dreams to help her.

“It’s all right, I’m right here and you’re safe.” I soothed gently holding on to her hand but the comfort was more for my benefit then for hers. I new she was too far away in her nightmare for her to be able to here it but I could not just it there and watch without doing something or I would have lost my mind to.

I had always felt something different about Mi since the days she walked into the unit, a fierce protective streak that I had never felt over the other patients. I had always tried to be kind, caring and understanding to everyone but Mi had almost set off my motherly instinct I had never known why but now it almost made sense; like I Had known somewhere deep within me that she was an actual part of who I was and now I new for sure that she was my baby sister my compassion for her was in a constant overdrive which made the task of watching her in a scary place all alone make me want to cry however I knew I was going to have to get on with it because soon she would be living in my house where she would be Emmet and my self’s soul responsibility. They could keep her in the unit until she was 18 if they wanted to then of course she would not be leaving into foster care but I knew even if she didn’t her days in apple gate house where numbered mostly due to expense then progress, people weren’t kept there long without good reason and Dr Jordan had all ready written her off as a hopeless case to my face.

“Esmee you can’t win them all.” he had said to me smiling as he had put a hand on my shoulder, “Some are too far gone, you know as well as I do that Mia is to determined to end her life for any of us to stop her, it’s just a matter of time before she kills her self.” I had almost thrown something at him for giving in it was his job nit to give up on anybody but he had so it looked like I was going to have to save her alone, when I was growing up I had always wanted a sister; now I had one I would not lose her. The problem was I just didn’t know where the hell to start. I seemed like it was going to take some sort of magic to help her, some divine miracle but even though I new it existed as it walked into my life in the shape of Emmet she did not and even when she had felt it In the shape of Connor she refused to believe that it could actually happen to her.