On the edge

The tension in this house is so tight, it could snap any minute. I've been trying to keep my spirits up, trying to tell myself that it's nothing, that Hypnos is..I don't know. He's out there though. It's like I can feel him underneath my skin. Eternity won't put down her sword, not even when she sleeps...And she won't let me out of her sight. I came back downstairs today after my routine session of glaring out an upstairs window to find that she had moved her bed in front of the door and mine to the back corner. The more time I spend around her, the more I think she can sense my moods or something...Just as i went to lie down, I heard a slight creak outside the door... Before I knew it I had my knife out, poised to...kill, defend, who knows. It was just her, though. She has to learn to not sneak up on us paranoid folks...She's taking too many lessons from Skan in that department.

Speaking of Skan, seems like she's on edge too...She walks around with that shotgun even while all three of us are indoors. Note to self: Always announce my presence when walking into a room. Getting blown away by friendly fire is not on my to-do list for this round of existence.

The dreams of the box have stopped. On the very last night I had it, the only strange thing was a black and white mask...As the box disappeared, it appeared..Slowly at first, and very small, but it grew until it was the only thing in my field of vision. It was the only thing I saw the rest of the night. Needless to say, I don't think I slept very well that night..I keep dreaming of my family, though. We're always doing something, hiking, boating, playing football...Just the three of us. I can't feel Hypnos' presence in these dreams like I could the others, so maybe they're just me missing my life..Before father left, before Benny died of sudden cancer, before...before HE came along. Before I made the mistake of a little harmless internet searching that turned into..this.