The young girl sat on the roughly edged cement stairs with her chin resting on her knees. She held the tips of her shoes in place as she rocked herself back and forth. "I don't want the night to come again," she thought, lifting her face towards the sky. Hedya enjoyed the warmth of the sun on her back as she imagined a large set of arms wrapped around her shoulders. A chilling and familiar voice yelled her name loudly as she shrieked with fear. Immediately, she flew from her pleasantly absorbed moment of release, up the stairs and through the dreaded door.
The night sky came quickly as the apple tree forcefully crashed against the bedroom window. Hedya trembled in her bed as she gazed into a blackness with no end. The dreams came and she saw herself walking through what looked like an alley way. The sky-scraping walls encircled her and the sky was the only home that appeared reachable. Flashes of her life consumed her thoughts with people, places and what felt like a flame burned inside of her. The knowledge became heavy without reason as she carried forward. She soon found herself hovering through the sky with voices speaking and the noise of what sounded like a war...
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