The sun is coming up but it’s doing nothing to chase the darkness from my room. It won’t. It can’t. Not while they’re here. I’m laying in fetal position on the bed unable to move. There are two of them, one standing, hands stuffed in pockets, straggly white hair cascading down a long face with a long nose; his eyes are dark and sunken. The other is kneeling on the bed. He’s of medium build and has brown, tousled hair and he’s the one pressing the darkness down on me, paralyzing me so I can’t even open my eyes. I saw them coming, caught just a flash in the darkness before they held me still.
Do they think that since I can’t move I can’t hear them? Surely not.
“I don’t think you’re helping,” says White. “She’s still in there.” Dark seems a little perplexed, lost, and lets up on the pressure just a bit.
“I’m not sure anything can help her,” Dark chuckles nervously. I can open my eyes. I’m looking at, and through, White.
White smiles, kind of a sad little grin. “Unfortunate.”
Dark quickly adds, “Mess.”
“Yup,” White squats down, his face no more than an inch or two from mine, aware now that I can see him. No breath, no hint of a scent. He whispers, “Sorry babe, you’re stuck here for awhile.”
Damn.
At Least They're Committed 
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