I OWN NOTHING- except my imagination!
She awoke with a fright. Like always. She grabbed her phone and dialed the number she knew would help. "Hello?" A groggy ,but very awake male said. "Nate? It's me." She said, her breath catching up with her. "Donna? It's okay. Take deep breaths, I'll be there soon!" She could hear Nate grabbing his keys and opening his door. She heard the click on the phone and began to sob.
She couldn't take the pain. Her parents..gone. Her best friends...dead. Her first love...All the same. Because of one stupid obsessed man. She had moved out of her aunt's and uncle's ,but it's not like the memories died because she wasn't there anymore. She had one friend that survived. He committed suicide about a year ago. The whole incident was three years ago. She was twenty-one now.
Suddenly, the door slammed and Nate ran into her bedroom. He grabbed her and put her against his chest, rocking her. She sobbed into his shirt. "There, there. Think good things." He said. She knew that he understood because an ex-girlfriend had burned his house down. On Christmas, killing almost all his family. They met through counseling and had learned to love again. The tears stopped and Nate tucked her in, not leaving her side.
He began her lullaby. "Prom night, you put up a fight. They lost sight and went into the light. He did too, and I lost you."