2:09am

For those nights when you cannot sleep, what is going through your mind?

She rolled over and reached for her phone. Shrouded in the darkness, she blindly, but accurately, reached for the small mobile device. Pressing a button expertly, she squinted through the sudden bright light that illuminated her room.

2:09am.

A small sigh escaped through her nostrils as she set her phone down, locking it so the light was swallowed in the darkness. As her eyes readjusted to the lightless room, she lay on her back, gazing up at what the perceived to be the ceiling, although the horizontal wall was so high she couldn't see it in the dark.

She didn't sleep well these days - well, nights. She had been tossing and turning, drifting in and out of consciousness every so often, but she was awake much longer than her sleeping spells. Depression as dark as her bedroom had settled in and her life had become empty. The dim streetlights and passing cars illuminated her room slightly, but not as much as a light in the room or her phone.

Her thoughts were on him again, and what had happened. She reached automatically across the bed to find empty space. He wasn't there �" she didn't know why she expected to find his warm body. Where he had gone - she couldn't bear to think. He wasn't with her, and that's all that mattered. She wanted him to come back, and if he ever would, she didn't know.

Her days were spent in a lonely stupor, her nights were sleepless. She lay wide awake in the dark and her senses were stretched so she heard every little sound, saw every shadow on the dark walls and felt every fiber of her bed and body. The soft sheets covering her arms and legs did little to comfort her. Her chest felt as though the ventricles were being cut out of her all at once. The ventricles, muscles and even the heart itself felt as though it was being ripped out again and again.

She had cried and screamed until her lungs had no more air and she had wept bitter tears until she had completely dried out. Now she wandered from day to day as a zombie, coming in contact with humans and events that were beyond her emotional grasp. She felt so out of place in her own world during the day, but at night was when her demons haunted her, and she felt at her most awake.

Please come home, she thought, as she often did. The pain in her chest resided and she rolled onto her stomach, trying to find a comfortable position. She reached for her phone again and as her room was illuminated once more, she checked the time.

2:10am.

With a heavy sigh, she set her phone down and stared at where it has vanished into the dark.

Tonight would be another long night, but thankfully, her pain was so great she would not be haunted by dreams.

Author's Note

First attempt at a short story, please review :) Thank you so much!

Reviews

[Tunder]

This is a great short story! You've captured the emotions of your narrator with brilliance! Your descriptions are absolutely impeccable! I love that you created a history for your character that is both general and believable, but not so much so that the reader is unable to connect with your character. What made your reader empathetic with your character is the fact that your character could be anybody. Awesome write, very haunting. The small mention of the times is genius as it makes the story very impactful. The last line ties the story together nicely :) Keep writing!

[Marie Owens]

Wow thank you! I really appreciate it :D