All around her is darkness.
But
Isn't it supposed to be dark, you're going to sleep.
Talking to herself. Surely not healthy.
But.
Yes, Dammit! It is supposed to be dark.
But.
This is a different kind of dark.
The kind the girl hates.
The kind she wishes didn't exist.
That makes her want to close her eyes.
Just so it isn't.
So.
Dark.
It's scary, when things get so dark.
Because, really, Logically speaking, It shouldn't be scary.
But it is.
And she doesn't want to speak logically.
It's the kind of darkness that makes you think bad thoughts.
Like.
Death.
And think of Death she does.
Her daddy is getting meaner.
What if she doesn't see Daddy again?
But if Daddy's getting meaner, isn't Mommy getting meaner.
But Mommy isn't as mean as Daddy.
But still, Mommy could die tomorrow morning. She could wake up to her cell phone ringing.
'There's been an accident--'
And her Sister. Her Sister who never has any fun.
What if something happened to Sister, before she got to do anything really fun?
She can't.
But.
What if all these things do happen?
What if tomorrow she finds out she is the only one left?
Or.
What if she is the one who has died, What if the darkness just...keeps her?
She'll never see Mommy, or Daddy, or Her Sister again...
These thoughts have to stop!
And.
With tears of desperation, she creeps down the stairs.
Watch out, they creek.
Crosses the living room.
And returns.
To the cold, unnatural light of her computer.
Because.
In the end, it's the only thing.
She.
Will.
Always.
Have.