Number One
Her hands tremble
As the door slowly opens
She creeps toward the phone
Careful to walk over
The loose step on the stairs
All she can hear
Is her own breathing
Thick and heavy in the
Still quiet of the house
She grips the phone
And dials slowly
A trickle of blood from
Her forehead drips down
Onto her shaky hand
Behind her, the closet opens
But she doesn't notice
The floorboards creak
But she doesn't notice
A hand swipes over her mouth
Red and blue lights flash outside
Then blackness
Number Two
She walks down the hall
Her head kept low
Looking up for a brief moment
Her eyes lock into his
She tries to push her hair back,
It instead falls in front of her face
He smiles her way
But she doesn't see him
She's pushing through the crowd
Trying to get away from him
From the only reason that
Could keep her alive
But her mind is made up
Nothing can change that
He turns and watches her
Fight through a sea of bodies
In his mind it's also decided
He'll ask her tomorrow
Doesn't he know it'll be too late...