Sarah’s eyes were closed, but it
was easy to see that they were moving violently from underneath their lids. Her
breathing was staggered and frantic, and her legs had become completely
entangled with the sheets on her bed. Her warm, soft comforter had been kicked
to the ground, and Sarah was shivering in response to being fully exposed to
the chill in the air. She reached her hand up to her neck and began to gasp,
her eyes still shut. Her mouth opened, but there was no sound, just a deafening
silence that permeated throughout her room.
In
a last ditch effort of survival, Sarah’s eyes snapped open and she sat up with
her hands balled into tight fists. She kicked her legs viciously, trying
desperately to free them from their restraints. She could not die this way. She
could not allow the shadow to force her into an eternal sleep. She fought and
fought, striking her fists into the air, missing her target over and over
again, until she could do nothing but peer into the darkness and collapse into
tormented tears. She sobbed and pleaded for her life, but the shadow remained
vigilant in his oppression, and as the darkness covered her eyes once more, she
finally released a scream.
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