She finally allowed herself to close her eyes and prayed that Sleep would claim her right away, sparing her from fighting that war again tonight. But Sleep had forgotten about her again.
It was as if they could smell her fear.
No, she begged, please, no. But she knew they were upon her before she could even try to resist them. They could read her mind and control her body, and when they were this determined to conquer her, she knew it wasn’t worth fighting them.
They have been waiting all day for her, these playmates of hers. Hatred came and sat next to her, stroking her hair and whispering those dreaded words softly into her ears. Pride brought her a new dress, flimsy little thing it was, but for a moment, it made her feel beautiful again. Pain, never one for words, simply took her into a fierce embrace, choking her, hurting her.
Then Love, always late in the game, crept up from behind her and cupped her palms over her eyes, disorienting her. Remember me? Love asked, her voice no longer as familiar or reassuring as it used to be. Frightened, she pushed them all away, falling backwards and tumbling down an endless black hole of memories.
When she opened her eyes, she was alone once again.
The tears fell like rain. In the dead silence of her room, you could hear the beating of her tears as they fell onto the pillow behind her, the anguished cry that was caged in her throat threatening to escape. The tears fell like rain, drowning out the words that Hatred had whispered, soaking through the dress that Pride had brought her, seeping like Pain’s embrace into the open wounds these nightly games have given her. These tears must fall like rain.
To cleanse her. To soothe her. To heal her.