She was laying on bed in the dark, the quietness of the night was absorbing her silent screams successfully. The only sound was coming from the wall clock ticking by in rhythmic unison with her heart beat thumping dramatically in her ears. She stared into nothingness- she didn’t know how much time passed by as she silently struggled to keep her thoughts at bay.
Her skin was itching from the inside- something wanted an escape. She rubbed and crossed her feet together in agitation. The struggle with her own self was becoming violent with each passing second.
Struggle. Struggle. Struggle.
Her mind was being pulled into million different directions. Every direction worse than the other as she struggled fervently to escape.
Escape. Escape. Escape.
Where to go?
Where to run?
The day will soon come,
Followed by the same demonic night with stealth and burning red eyes.
Her soul! Her soul! Her soul!
The battle is lost.