lost.

prologue.

She looked through the window. She looked at the road and the trees.

It was dark outside but she could still see most things. Everything was just darker.

She liked it better that way. She didn't like the lights. Everything looked nicer when it was dark. In the daylight you were able to see all the imperfections.

And they saw her.

She turned off the lights and went upstairs to her bedroom.

As she closed the door behind her she looked around. Everything was so familiar yet so strange.

She felt like she didn't belong in there.

As she layed down she thought about whether she should stay up all night or sleep.

She was afraid. Afraid of living through the nightmares she would get if she fell asleep.

All of sudden she was woken up. She looked at her alarm. Too early to be awake.

Her phone was ringing. She answered even though she didn't know who was calling her.

"Hello," he said, "you have to listen to me. Do you understand?"