Death watched her from the darkest corner of the cell. It crept among the shadows, waiting for her to let her guard down, watching carefully for its chance to pounce. Curled in a tight ball on the bench carved into the stone wall, Emily stared at the thing, darker than dark in the shadowed corner. Her eyes began to droop. She was so tired. She wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to stay awake, but she dared not take her eyes from the dark thing in the corner. It was crouched in a ball like she, its features masked by the darkness it hid in. She didn’t know what it was but she knew if she looked away, it would get her.
The guard standing outside the bared door was oblivious to the creature in her cell. She feared if she called out she would only draw the things attention, and the guard would ignore her like he always did. She was a prisoner. She was a 14 year old girl, but she was a prisoner. No one knew or really cared that she was alone in the dank cell. They’d killed her brother, her parents where long dead, soon she would be to. But she’d much rather die from hanging then from the dark thing in the corner.
Emily’s eyes slipped closed, and for a moment her mind went blank. She couldn’t even panic. Finally, when her eyes opened, they focused on something ahead… they focused on Death.

