She was shaking all over as she stood in the moonlight. Only half of her body was visible in the light that came through the window, the shadow from the window's frame making a cross like tattoo on her arm, albeit stretched. Her heartbeat thudded against her chest, quick with panic, so hard that she could feel it all throughout her body. And then, it one quick instant, she went across the room, stopping herself in front of her sister's bed.

Serah laid there, curled up in her red blanket and undisturbed by her older sister's quick movement. She could hear her sister's gentle breaths escaping from her nostrils. It made her sad. So sad. Serah turned over in her sleep, her back now facing Lightning.

Lightning had no idea why she had these urges, or when they started, all she knew was that she had them, and she needed to get rid of them, before something happened. Her lips quivered, and she opened her mouth slightly, letting out a shaky breath. She raised her hand up, gripping something. She looked at her reflection in the object, letting a tear slide down her cheek.

For a moment, she was disoriented, and she stepped back slightly to keep from falling over. She blinked her eyes, and that was all it took for her to snap back into herself. She looked at the object again, and let out a scared gasp as she released her grip on it. The object hit the wooden floor with a loud clang, a clang that made her sick to her stomach.

Her eyes started to become blurry from tears flooding into her eyes. Her jaw shook, and she backed away from the bed. She cupped her hands over her mouth, and let out a sad moan. She blinked her eyes, making two tears slide down her cheeks, a tear for each eye. Her sister started to stir in her sleep at that point, so, in a panic, she ran out of the room, letting it all out when she hit the hallway.

When she reached her room, she slammed the door shut, and then fell on her bed. Her tears were drowned out by bed, which she had buried her face into. She reached over, pulled her notebook off of the stand, and then flipped it open to a page that had a list of numbers. She placed her index finger on the line, and slowly moved it down the lines, reading each name or business as her finger crossed them, until she reached a number that had the label "Psychiatrist."