Author's Note: Drabble for the sunday100 challenge. Subject: anything. I chose the West Wing Buffy tribute challenge (using a WW episode title). SPOILERS FOR SEASON 7 "DIRTY GIRLS."

What Kind of Day Has it Been?

By Trisana McGraw

She couldn't stay at the hospital; Xander was helpless, his skin as white as the bandage covering his mangled eye. She couldn't go home, not wanting accusations from those who hadn't been at the vineyard.

She briefly remembered bounding through the door, Mom asking how her day was. She'd answer with nonsense about boys or clothes. Years after, she'd scare Mom when mentioning the dangerous demon(s) she'd fought that night, but at least there'd been someone listening. Whoever she told now wouldn't care; everyone experienced the same hell.

Death was her gift, but she was becoming awfully good at alienation.