Madison couldn't see.
Everything around her was a blanket of suffocating, unending darkness. She tried to take a breath, but upon doing so felt warm blood stream out from her neck.
Gasping for air, Madison ran. Ran as fast as she could. There had to be an end, a wall, something REAL besides herself.
The blood continued to fall from her body faster and faster. Eventually she slipped on her own fluids and fell down, down, down. Madison had been sure she was standing, but there was no ground for her to land on. Just endless falling.
She tried screaming, but no sound came out. Just a thick, black liquid that caused her to choke.
The space was eternal, but nevertheless, Madison was trapped.
The ancient bedsprings screamed as Madison shot up. A small sigh escaped her lips. She had never been more happy to feel her lungs drawing in oxygen.
Instinctively, she reached for her neck, running a finger along the scar that marked her temporary death. The skin was puckered and raw. Madison glanced over at Zoe to make sure she was still sleeping soundly before clutching her face in her hands and sobbing.
She wanted to forget all about the black abyss she had endured. But every night, it came back to her, destroying the appeal of sleep and leaving her with dark circles under her eyes.
Madison quickly dried her cheeks and dropped her arms when she felt a shift in the bed. A warm hand grabbed hers, entwining their fingers together. She turned to see a pair of large brown eyes and a small smile.
"You can cry. It's okay. I'm here."
Lying back down on the bed, Madison let the tears fall freely, thankful to have Zoe's arms wrapped around her.
Maybe she would never be safe from the nightmares, from the abyss, but right now, at least she felt like she was.