Part 2

           The screeching screams began as she started running, Cold-skinned hands grabbing her from her feet trying to pull her down, she crys out for the light, she eventually gets out , but kept running down the long dark hall, faster and faster , her sweat and tears trickled down to the darkness below her, until a big blow opened her eyes.

Nayla was having that nightmare again, the same one she'd been having for months , ever since Mariam's death, and as usual, she'd wake up covered in sweat and tears, just as she did in her dreams. She slowly got up from under her black silk covers and put on her favorite furry bunny slippers, the same ones Mariam gave to her on the last birthday she was alive. She headed for her chocolate brown bathroom , and splashed some cold water on her face.The time was 3:47 a.m., the same time Mariam had died, the same time she woke up to every night.

She then took out her pack of Red Marlboro cigarettes and headed for her balcony. She was never scared of getting caught cause her room was not attached to the main part of the house. She had started this habit a month ago while hanging out with a different group of friends. One of them offered, and without hesitating, she took it. Since then it's been something she thought it would help fill the void Mariam left in her.

After she finished her normal round of 5 or 6 cigarettes, she grabbed her guitar and started playing " There for You" by Flyleaf. It sorted reminded her of what she could've done to stop Mariam's death. She felt that she was to blame cause she couldn't read the signs of what was happening . She kept thinking


Nayla : " Damn it ! Why couldn't I have helped her? Why couldn't have I saved her ?! She's gone now because of me ! " 


She put her guitar down, and brought her face to her knees , where she felt her bittersweet tears fall down. 


She had never felt so alone .