Dead girls, dead girls, dead girls gone. Who is she, who is she? Is she Molly? Is she Annabelle? Is she someone else entirely?

Her hands shake and she cant' sleep, can't close her eyes anymore because she forgets where she is.

She walks around, her arms wrapped around herself. She's not sure what to do, not sure what she can do versus what will get her in trouble.

Eventually, she settles on her couch, curling up into a tight ball and staring into the darkness. She doesn't fall asleep exactly but she dazes out, losing herself in the hell that she managed to somehow crawl out of.