work in progress. i plan to revise this

She saw a fuzzy little light coming from the closet. She wasn’t scared, but something surely wasn’t right. Her momma would never let her in the bed so she betters “suck it up” and not be afraid, exactly what momma would have said. However something just wasn’t right tonight. She had been having nightmares for about a week now and would wake up confused and not know where she was; now she was waking up in the same fog except this time to a fuzzy haunting little light. Closing her eyes tightly and squeezing her knees to her chest as tight as they would get, taking deep breathes, surely this would pass. Momma wasn’t going to wake up, she never did. She was always drugged because that was the only way momma ever got any sleep. Momma was a tough one and had taught her the same, but tonight this toughness was going nowhere but straight to her chest. Then a soft whistle came from the fuzzy little light and a small blast of cold air brushed her small cheek. She was unsure how much longer this toughness would prevail.
Finally the anxiety had to stop. She threw her legs over the side of her bed, looked toward momma’s room but heard nothing, not even a snore. Once again she looked, weighing the odds, however neither one out weighed the other so to the light she began. With each step she felt colder and trembles began to rise, her feet like ice and heart fluttering like a hummingbird. As she reached for the door a pain shot through her arm and stillness surrounded her from that moment forward. As she looked back she saw momma looking all around her room, searching for her, crying desperately and full of fear. Momma knew that something was wrong. As she tried to step back to show momma where she was, she could not move, time was still, darkness surrounded her and Death was just behind her. Starting to wonder about where she was and why she couldn’t go back, she began to weep but her tears were not of water, but a deep dark red that stained her face until the pool of redness was at her feet. Stepping back, she no longer felt her chest, she no longer felt scared, yet had no idea if she was really feeling anything at all.
Momma now sat in her bed, crying and screaming only to find that little bottle of pills that helped momma sleep, the pills that kept momma tough, and the pills that always kept momma from comforting her when a fuzzy little light appeared.
She remembered now as she looked at the puddle of red tears, as she looked Death in the eyes and at one last moment she saw momma too, through the crack of the door. Then through the mirror she found herself hung from the shower where she had stopped to look for the light. The light that was reflected from her nightlight reflected off of the mirror onto the shower curtain. She remembered now she took a few of those pills of mommas to make her just as tough, just to get through one single night without any nightmares since no one was there for comfort. And as she reached for the fuzzy little light she slipped and fell, except that light caught her and there she hung.