Everyone, from the eldest man to the youngest child, was asleep.
Tucked under thin comforters, eyes closed. They did not exist on Earth anymore - they floated along amongst the clouds, swam in the deepest part of the vast ocean, kissed their long lost lover. They were captured by dreams, not awake nor concerned to see a lone teenage girl gliding down the rain-soaked streets.
The girl slipped out her front door, her gentle hands easing the creaky front door shut. Had there been enough light, one would've seen the fading pink scars on her palms. One would've noticed the scarlet blood trickling down her hand, staining the edge of her jacket.
But the night sky held her close, protecting her broken skin from view.
No one could see it but her, and the great black sky.
