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Rain fell hard against the window pane as Sarah looked out the city light lit window.
Her eyes had terribly dark bags under them.
she hadn't slept.
She couldn't sleep.
Everything that happened.... she couldn't remember. And the fact that that thing would just let her go like that confused her.
She knew deep down that if it really wanted to, it could have killed them all right then and there.
She currently was sitting at her desk, wrapped tightly in a blanket.
It helped her feel safe.
She moved her hand in front of her face to see if it was still shaking, which to no surprise was.
She also hadn't eaten.
She looked around at her pitch black room.
She wasn't afraid of anything anymore.
Not of the darkness, not of spiders,
Not even of death.
She was numb to them now.
She was numb to almost any emotion now.
She looked down at her full plate. Her mom hadn't noticed her absence, and had left her dinner on her desk.
She was too weak to even pick up the fork.
She flinched as thunder lit up the window, and shook the ground beneath her, And almost deafening her.
Just like a 6 year old girl, she began to cry.
Not because of the clown,
but because of a noise that scared her.
What?
She breathed heavily as she got up from her chair and walked out of her room. None of her house was lit up, except for the blue haze the TV had left on her sleeping mother and couch.
She watched her carefully as she slowly turned the knob to the front door, and closed it behind her.
She ran as fast as she could (by the circumstances, not very fast) down the street until she could find the silhouette of Richie's house.
