She felt something dig into her thigh, and she looked down on to the carpet. There was nothing there, but she was sure she felt something. Sitting down, she felt it again. Standing up, she beamed at the floor and again saw nothing on the carpet but the blood stain. Something caught her eye from across the room. A glint of light was being reflected onto the wall.
She moved towards it and it moved upwards slightly. She stopped. It stopped. She took a few more steps further and it moved again. She looked down and saw nothing but her bloodstained white shirt and the tops of her reddened jeans. She wore nothing that would glimmer or sparkle in fear that a crow or raven would be enticed to dive at her.
She lifted up the edge of her shirt and saw it there in her pocket. She took it out and watched it gleam in the light from the tiny window which lay at the ceiling, far enough away that she couldn’t reach. The glimmering light bounced off the metallic surface and for a moment her gaze was caught in it.
She didn’t remember putting it in her pocket, but maybe she had earlier. But why hadn’t she noticed it? She pondered on this for a while until she realized something. The large carving knife she now held in her hand could be used to escape, or to defend herself.
She took off her jeans and ripped them off into shorts. She cut a small piece from the pant legs and tied the knife to her thigh to conceal it beneath her shorts and shirt. She walked over to the small bed and lay down; to make sure the knife wouldn’t cut her while she slept. She lay down and rolled over and tossed and turned, but the knife did not bother her. She would be fine, other than the everlasting thought of danger that could walk through the door at any mere moment.
She laid there on the hard mattress and stared at the ceiling. She stared at the ceiling and dazed off into her own little world. Soon she fell asleep, wondering what was happening outside.
