Living Dead Girl

I called her. She didn't answer.
Something is wrong. I know it, I can feel it.
Her light is on; it is bright, very bright. I opened the door.
I feel a cold draft coming at me.
It feels like 10 degrees. I see her zoning out. She has a smile on her face. I wonder why.
The window is wide open, there is snow on the ground. I saw terror in her eyes.
I start to smell blood. Maybe I could have smelt blood when I came in to her room but was too distracted on looking for her.
I see the cats liking her wrist. I wonder why. I see blood on the floor, in a puddle next to her.
Am I too late? Will she survive? Why did she do this? I can’t think.
I was disturbed by the way she laugh and laugh at the pain. Evan though she is laughing, you could see the terror in her eyes.