She runs.
Sunyoung runs.
From the nightmares that chase after her. 
Black.
Darkness. 
Closer, closer.
She could almost feel the black shadows trying to swallow her.
She trips. 
Her world in slow motion as she nears the floor.
Her ankles have been caught. 
The nightmares.
Blacker than the night, they come. 
Struggling.
It is useless, young child. 
The nightmares are stronger. 
You cannot escape.
Hot tears.
They brim her eyes as she struggles.
Hands fly to cover her own ears.
The demons whisper.
Useless.
Unwanted. 
Imperfect. 
Worthless.
Failure. 
She screams. 
Screams.
They fill the darkness.
The nightmares hiss.
Sobs.
An attempt to muffle them.
Her hand flies to cover .
Darkness.
Engulfs her. 
They were winning. 
The voices in her head.
But it's okay.
They always won. 

.............

Red.
She sees red.
On her pinky finger.
A red string.
Hope.
She fights.
Standing up with whatever strength she had left. 
She makes a run for it.
The darkness is surprised.
But so is she. 
She follows the red string.
It is tied to her pinky finger.
Desperation.
It fills her.
She runs after the trail of red.
The string leading her.
Light. 
It was in front of her.
In the darkness, there was light.
A man.
Open arms.
On his pinky, was tied the same red string.
The red string connects the two together.
She turns.
To look at the darkness.
Nightmares.
The demons whispering. 
"Sunyoung" she hears the man say.
She makes a decision. 
Turning back around, she rushes.
Into his arms.
The red string ends. 
White.
A blinding flash. 
She wakes up in familiar arms. 
The arms that made all her fears go away.
They always pulled her out from the darkness.
"Yixing"