A bit morbid at first but is quite a nice read with a good message.Waiting...What am I waiting for?My whole life I've been waiting.I just want to slee...I'm so tiredI can't sleep, I lay in bed,my mind writhing over everything,and yet nothing.I hug my panda teddy tighter and try to ignorethe intimidating shadows that drape my room,my room?Mine yet not mine,my sanctuary, but constantly intruded,a prison with no bars but of my own construct.Only while the world sleeps can I be free,Hmm, a full moon. "She chuckled, "Isn't charging this to the police force illegal?" Not if they don't know about it. I'm sure that you know that cops don't make a lot of money. I take care of myself. I'm not hurting. You have to look out for yourself. No one else is going to do it for you." You sound like me," she said, "I look out for myself. A woman has to look out for herself. It's a man's world."It was her third drink and she was already getting loose."You know I'm a cop. What do you do?" I'm a receptionist.. "What in the hell is this!? NO! Get away from me!" The bolts holding Alan faltered a moment as he tried to flash out to no avail. Still backing Alan felt the hard, cold rungs of the ladder he had descended. Grasping one Alan started to pull himself up. Suddenly the floor felt as if it were electrified! Pulling with the last of his strength Alan hung over the rungs just inches off the floor. Problem was his skin was crawling from the shock that he'd just received."Yes! I see that you are far. ‘Wasn’t she the one that decided it, that we’d do this class, I mean?’ ‘Shut up, you mook. I know that. I just thought that mister brave here might like it better,’ the tall one said, draping Elena face-down on a desk. ‘What’s your name, punk?’ My bravery building, I responded, ‘I’m Creekmount High School Student 623236, Senior Class Treasurer. And who are you?’ ‘Arrogant punk…I said your name, not your piece of shit title!’ ‘It’s customary to give one’s name before asking another’s.’ ‘You can.