Alana returned to her dingy apartment later than usual, after all it was her 23rd birthday and she wanted to celebrate. The moment the door swung in she could sense the breath of the departed and knew that though her bed was shouting for her, it would be a while before she could sink into its abyss.
She switched on a lamp, and sat down across from the frail frame.
"What do you need?" asked Alana.
"I need to know why I'm still here. What I have done to deserve this." the figure pleaded in hoarse whispers as her body faded into the pattern of her chair.
Alana was too tired to question it imediatly, all she could manage was a swerving line to her bed, and a nagging question of why the girl had to keep her up on her birthday of all days, she already knew the girl had been wandering the building for years.
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