Sarah’s eyes moved
violently from underneath their lids. Her breathing was ragged 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 shivered 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 the 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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