..........She looks at the clock. It reads 12:55. Sleep should be close, shouldn't it? Never, not in this life. Whispers the voice in her head tauntingly. 12:57. Stop looking at the clock, you fool. If only she could. She should have been asleep hours ago. She rolls over and stares at the wall. The ilimunation casted by the moon plays tricks on her imagination. Sleep, girl, sleep! She turns yet again only to face her pillow. She can still hear the pounding of his heart and taste the salt of his lips. Why? Why him? Why HIM? He is everthing she wants, and everything she doesn't need. She touches her small fingers to her lips. Unsure of what to think. Yet still thinking. Fear clouds her mind. Will I ever be able to be alone with him? Another turn puts her on her back, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars plastered against the ceiling. How did it ever get this complicated? She thinks back to when he said 'I love you.' She knows she can't hurt him. But she can't love him the way he needs it either. If only he knew. She shuts her eyes and wills herself to sleep. All she can see is his face. The face of the one she does love. The face of the one who will never love her back. The one who will never see the real her, the her behind the mask. She opens her eyes and turns her face from the stars. Another silent tear falls down her cheek. It hits her damp pillow with an inaudable splash. She wants to scream. WHY? The room has gone dark. The moon has vanished behind a thick blanket of clouds. With eyes sqeezed shut she curls into a ball. Wishing to rid the world of herself. Slowly, exaustion takes her away. Bit by bit. Memory by memory. Her last vison before she falls into a fit full sleep is of him. The one she has, but doesn't deserve..........