See her now, thrashing in her sleep, dreaming of shame. She believes her dearest wish is for no eye to see her, no ear to hear her.
She stirs and awakens, tears slowly flowing. She doesn't look at the corner of her room. With the fabric of her sleeve, she wipes at the wet spots on her pillow, then lies on her back to attempt sleep once again. Instead of drifting off, she ruminates on old memories, ones she had hoped to forget. She keeps her eyes shut tight, for the desire to look in that dark corner was strong. She knows what's there, but something inside her wants to look anyway. And though she doesn't look, the pale eyes still float in shadow. Its soft voice still reaches out to her. The voice in her head - the one only she can hear. It beckons to her with its promises.
They would be so much happier. Don't you care about their happiness? Don't you care about them at all? It was your fault you know. Don't you think you should take some responsibility?
Willow moans and turns over in her bed, pulling the blanket up over her face. Its apricot colored stripes are invisible in the darkness.
Don't worry, I can help you. I can help make everything better. If they're happy, you'll be happy. Open your eyes, Willow. Look at me. Don't you want to know how happy everyone would be?
How happy they would be, if you didn't exist?