The young girl peacefully sleeps in her comfortable queen size bed. She lies in her bed still, only her back slowly moving up and down. Her breathing is the only sound heard. Her face drowned in her pillow. Her body is covered with her blue blanket. Only her blond hair is seen.

Silence is broken by the sound of her scream. She throws herself off the bed. Her thin body crashed on the carpet floor. She crawls next to her bed, pushes her knees into her body and wraps her arms around them. She buries her face in her arms and silently cries. All was heard was sniffling sounds.

She heard a deep voice in her head. It repeatedly told her to follow the voice. She is terrified. She shakes her head, tries to get the voice out of her mind, but it refuses to leave. She rips strands of her blond hair out of her head, and screamed even louder.

"Stop!" the girl cried out, but the voice inside her head disobeyed. She punched a hole in the wall. The girl stared at the wall and screamed more. Her own blood formed words on the wall.

When blood sheds and the skies are night, that is your calling

The words burst into flames. Her wall is on fire. The fire quickly spread to the floor, and ceiling. Black smoke filled the room. The girl coughed out her lungs. She was suffocating from the lack of fresh air to breathe. She curled up in a little ball and covered her head, protecting herself from the fire.

"Someone help me," she whispered, and dozed off into unconsciousness.