In the arms of darkness

It's just the wind, don't worry...

That's what she had been telling herself for as long as she could remember. The wind, it's funny thing, really, but it's the closest thing she had to a logical explanation for what happened around her.

Do not touch me. I don't want you here. Go. Away.

A lone word is what she got back, a single "Never". She had heard that one a lot. 

The shadows moved around her as she shivered and slowly got up, knowing she wouldn't get any sleep tonight, they would never let her. She felt the figures come closer to her with every breath, and soon their arms, hands, fingers was all around her.

I. Do. Not. Want. You. Here.

She tried her best to stay calm, to not shout or let her voice shake. Any kind of weakness, and she wouldn't wake up, she knew that.

The arms of the shadows were cold, they send shivers down her spine, but she chose to ignore them.

Leave. Now.

The lack of sleep made her vision blurred, but she knew their faces all too well, in the moonlight that came in through one of the small windows, they weren't shadows anymore. Their dark, hollow eyes stared at her, their rough, grey skin touching her smooth pale complexion.

Now.

She knew that they wouldn't listen, they wouldn't care.

"Why?" a smooth, deep, purring voice asked. The voice of darkness. The voice only voice she ever heard.

Because...

Her voice had let her down, tears of fear now running down her dirty face.

A sharp pain appeared in her abdominal, a pain that made her gasp. She felt a warm liquid run down her legs and pool around her feet.

Please...

Her knees hit the floor, her hands grabbing her stomach, blood everywhere.

Please!

She felt her eyelids grow heavy, her body turn numb, pain slowly fading away and as a soft blanket of darkness wrapped around her now cold, numb, pain free body.