The Glowing Girl

When I wake up, it's completely dark in my room. For some reason, the hall light isn't illuminating the outline of my door. Void of all light, I think this must be what it's like to be blind. But something catches my eye, which seems impossible. Then, I see her.

A little girl, wearing a night gown that is so poorly put together that it barely covers her. Some how, I can see her, almost as if she's radiating light. A flash of the brightest light explodes from her, and she's completely glowing. I can see her clearly. Cuts cover her face, her arms and legs. Her eyes are empty. Black holes. It looks like she's crying, black streaks streaming down from her eyes. Her lips are chapped so badly that they are on the verge of bleeding.

She's standing at the foot of my bed, staring at me. Rocking back and forth ever so slightly, almost like she's having a hard time balancing. I cant move, cant breathe, cant utter any sound. I'm just staring back at her, even though I want more than anything to look away. I blink my eyes and she's next to my bed, where I'm laying. There's no thinking at this point. I feel like a deer in the headlights. She opens her mouth, and lets out the loudest sound I've ever heard. More than one voice coming from this little thing. Millions of screams in so many different voice ranges. My hands fly up to my ears but do nothing to block out the noise. Hours seem to pass and it never stops. She just keeps screaming. The blackness pouring out of her eyes now, covering her white night gown. Then she just stops and everything's silent again. My ears are ringing.

Another blink, and her hands are around my neck. Not in a way to strangle me, but she's holding on to my neck, her thumbs on the arteries in my neck. She's counting my heart beats, out loud, in a song. Haunting numbers along with a nursery-rhyme like tune. One hundred and then she's gone. My room is back to the black it was before. I fall asleep but dream of her, sending me bolting up, drenched in sweat. I lay in bed for hours till light fills my room. I look over the side of my bed, and there on the floor are two pools of black liquid. She was here.