Even before she got close to the small house where she now lived, Sireina had the gut feeling that she needed to get home as quickly as possible. It was the same feeling she had every evening after nightfall came, something that most wouldnât understand if unless they knew what she knew. Most saw the night as harmless, and there was nothing out there inhuman that could harm them. In fact many lived with the belief that the only danger they had to worry about was the human variety, and of course this city did have its incidents like so many others. However, Sireina knew differently but it was a secret she had carried with her for 10 years, never sharing it with anyone because no one else would even really understand or believe it in the first place. The dark night hid things that most other humans never even believed were real, things that were only heard in legends but were as real as anything else. Maybe she might be seen as paranoid or crazy for believeing in such things, but first hand experience had to count for something. After all she had enough of it to know just what kind of dangers lurked far closer then most realized.
As soon as she reached her front door, Sireina pulled her key out from the pocket of her pants and felt a rush of relief run through her when she heard the welcoming click of the lock once she turned the key. With a final glance around as if trying to see if anyone had followed her, Sireina stepped inside and closed the door behind her before relocking it and turning off the light that illuminated the outside doorway. She wasnât to concerned with anyone coming by here this time of night, besides only one other person knew about this house and, well she wasnât anticipating running into him again. It had been 10 years since that night, and by now she had begun to give up believeing sheâd ever see her old friend again. After all when this much time had passed without hearing a word or anything, usually there wasnât much of a chance of that changing anytime soon if ever at all. Okay so maybe there was still one little twinge of hope that refused to leave no matter how long it had been, but at the same time Sireina was realistic enough to realize that the chances of running into him anytime soon, or him even looking for her, were slim to none.
With a faint sigh of defeat, Sireina dropped her bag next to the door and kicked her shoes off her feet before trudging into her small bathroom. As she walked inside she pulled the hair tie off the end of her braid and pulled her braid loose before grabbing a brush and smoothing out any knots and tangles that might still be in her long hair. As she stared at her reflection, the same green eyed woman stared back at her, but sometimes she felt like she was just staring at the lost little girl she had been so long ago instead of her true reflection. Maybe it was just her memories of that time that caused her to feel that way, or maybe it was more her still present desire to see someone that had at one time protected her when no one else would. Then again she sometimes wondered why she still felt that way, because she had high doubts heâd even recognize her if he saw her again. True she still looked similar to how she did when she was 8, but at the same time she had changed a lot but that was nothing unexpected. Everyone changed as they grew older, but not everyone lived with the memories she had.
âOh get off it girl itâs over and thereâs no point in dwelling on it.â Sireina said to herself fiercely as she placed her brush back beside the sink and walked out into the living room. After turning on the TV as she walked past it, Sireina fell back onto the couch and just let the drone of the TV kill the silence in the room. Since it wasnât that late yet, Sireina decided to kill some time catching up on what was happening in the city itself but so far on the news station at first it seemed as if nothing major had happened. Then again she knew what she was looking for, and she wasnât going to chance missing something that might say she needed to be more on guard then she already was here.
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