ONE TEXT

Depression watched her sitting in the dark stairwell smearing her cheeks with snot and mascara.  Nights for her were always like this; they slept she wept.  He had been seducing her for months and she never failed to meet him here.  Tonight, he would kiss her until she had no breath left and he would hold her heart until it stopped.  She picked up her phone and sent one text as if she could sense his presence, “HELP ME”.

The prompt word this week was SUNSHINE but unfortunately the first thing that came to my mind was the lack of emotional SUNSHINE we sometimes have.