NOBODY IS GOING TO SAVE YOU

Twas a lonely night, and she couldn't sleep. She was alone, and left to her being. 

She thought she felt comfortable in the darkness, she thought she was okay as she where.

She was wrong. 

She felt it in the chill of every corner she wasn't facing. She felt it in every room she entered. 

And the house was too big. It was... too full also. Full of fears, insecurities, doubts.

At the end she surrendered, and went to bed, knowing nothing could keep her longer from her fate. 

As she layed upfaced on the bed, rushing it came, the anxiety, the turmoil of fraight. The nauseous feeling it leaves on its way down your spine and up your nerves. 

She was petrified; beside the anxiety and the nausea and the trembles and the nerve-wrecking stillness, she felt panicked to be at home, an suffocated for not being able to move anything but her eyes.

Nothing could be heard, nothing was there after all, was it?

And as the hours rushed by, she slowly closed her eyes, feeling beyond repair, then and only then she felt it...

All of her body went limp, and the Silence whispered in her ears, with a deadly tone: 

NOBODY IS GOING TO SAVE YOU.