The first night of it all, held a traumatic ending.

His cry for 'help!', across the door, never ceased the fear from creeping.

Their ragged and boneless bodies only fueled her want of leaving.

....

She was told to not pick up her phone. The person near told her to leave it alone.

Her living nightmare wasn't going to end.

She knew her brain wouldn't let her go back to bed.

She was hyperventilating, not even the waking morning could calm her bottomless dread.


Her older peer begged to know what's wrong.

She snapped and wished the night wasn't so long.

....

The final night held no sleep.

Thoughts of death stirring.

Fear clawing at her being, their snores were reassuring.


...

The ringing from the phone, that brought him out of sleep, filled her with relief.

She spilled him all her worries, even from the first night.

Though he only went back to sleep.


She didn't want to cry, not even when it was a need.


....


She held on to her light, for the rest of night.

She didn't pray to any god, but held on with all her might.

Watched as her light...