She was pale as a stone image in a cemitery. The small creature, tossing and turning helpless in bed woke up scared. Her tiny hands grabbed the black setin sheets in despair as she realised she was surrounded by death. It was a very cold night. Her eyes rolled a bit, searching for a escape, but all she saw was the purple walls of her bedroom. On the little table, a book of Poe's tales was resting, half read, half neglected. She stood up and left the bed. With strong steps she walked to the radio and turned it off. For some reason, that night she didn't care for music at all. No more loud guitars, no more crazy drums and wild screams...just not now! She looked herself in the mirror. Eyes still blackened by the shadow of last night's make up. A tear rolled down her soft face. She noticed it, surprised. It had been a while...
Then the cat, Lestat, her only real friend passed by her, and went to hide under the bed. It was when she felt her heart beating fast. An overpowering pain taking over her chest slowly, as if to enjoy her fear of it becoming stronger. And it did. She knew it! It was it. Her heart condition had finally surprised her with an unexpected intensity.
She looked at her wrists. She saw the marks. And the girl remembered of all the times she seeked death. She remembered how much she adored it and all the poems she had written as an ode to death came to her mind. Vows she made to demons. Sweet songs for a vampire. The constant invitation to a killer to walk in and finished with a life she thought unworthy, meaningless. It was tonight! Tonight...all of her dreams, finally were coming true.
She knew she should have felt happy and complete. But she did not.
She knelt on the floor, submited to the hope of the supernatural. Not to invoke the dark creatures that had always fascinated her. But for light. She dreamt of angels of light, coming with their white swords to rescue her. And goodness. And God.
"Please forgive me, Lord. I beg you. Please come and save me tonight, God, dear Father." - she cried.
She survived that night. In the morning, she washed her face. And started to look for who she was, honestly.
