TWO

典子
Noriko

2:32AM
Monday

Noriko couldn’t sleep.
The flicker of the reception-less TV made her apartment glow a dizzying, sickly blue color and filled the room with static, but she dared not switch it off, she needed it’s distracting, hypnotic comfort.
Insomnia had hindered the ability for her to think clearly, but at this stage, she knew the city was empty.
Making her way home the last few days, she had noticed, more and more doors were taped up. A warning.
That face. That horrible face. Those black soulless eyes, raping her very being, and discarding it like broken pieces of glass.