Tick tick tick. The clock in my apartment is counting the seconds. Tick tick tick. It’s 3am. I accidentally woke up at 3am.
I’m too anxious to sleep. I don’t know what I should be doing. It’s a snowy night, the moon and starlight completely blanketed by mile-tall cloud cover.
It’s thundersnowing, the sky is black while the ground is white. I look out the window watching nature, feeling at ease at this sight.
A flash of lightning lights up the ground, reflecting off the snow onto everything around. And that’s why I see her. She’s lying face up in the snow, unmoving. Her cheeks are pale, her nose is blue. I take a step back from the window, unsure if that’s what I really saw.
When I look back, I don’t see her anymore. But then, a lightning flash, and for the briefest of moments I see her again.
Donning my coat, I quickly grab my keys and jot out of my apartment, wanting to check the poor girl is okay. I don’t see the blood that’s slowly dripping down my window.