Rantings of a tired mind (3)

It was one of those nights that grew dark as she struggled to hold it together. She was alone in bed, hugging her legs with great force as if her world would fall apart if she ever let go of them. Laying in bed on her side, despite all the strength with which she fought to keep them from flowing, with an interval of a few seconds, a tear hopelessly made its way down her pale face and disappeared into the pillow. Memories came hurling down at her, one by one, each leaving its mark on the pillow while it turned wet. Her heart was racing like a horse, desperate to burst right through her chest. Her voice died as soon as she made a trembling sound. The horrors from her past kept her awake yet another night.