Slams her door behind her back she doesnt cry and fall back in bed. Her mind wanders as she try to recollect "What happened?" but frowns as she do not want to remember either yet no matter how she tries it always return. The moment of truth, the feeling of tension and the inevitable happening.
Sighing she lets it go even if it still clings on then she turns to her side and grabs the phone nearby. She hesitates to call a friend. She hesitates. hesitates.
but even if she tries it all ends the same way.
No one.
No one is there...
