[center][i]“She knows the names of nightmares.
Though we all do at different times.
We know the way the wind grows still.
Before they slip into our minds.
We know their icy grip.

The race of heartbeats in their palm.
The jolt awake into a world.
That is disturbingly too calm.
We know the routine of the regulars;
The monsters under beds.
The voices calling into the night.
And those inside our heads.
But hers, they're something other.
They are a longing and a lack.

Creatures darker than the shapes.
That have been molded from the black.
They bring the kind of fear.
That comes from waiting for the scare.
Hers are the hyper absent,
The things so glaringly not there.
You see, there's nightmares so much worse,
Than those you pinch yourself to shake.
There's ones that whisper in your ear,”[/i][/center]

Lilith came to a halt in her leisure pacing, staring down at the last line of the poem with a small smile. “[i]But you are already awake.[/i]” She whispered to herself near silently, fingernails painted in chipped black polish traced over the words. Humming lightly, she closed the small book, no distinguishable marks, simply looking like a small black book.

Crossing her messy room, she returned the book to it's place on top of her dresser, glancing over at her wall where a clock rested, the girl made an 'oh, right' expression. Moving over to her bed, she picked up her usual pack of cigarettes, stuffing them into her pocket, but not before snagging a smoke. Also grabbing her golden lighter, Lilith turned and was prepared to leave her room but paused, looking into her mirror at her [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/5f/7c/065f7c46a0821fc48869bfd6d8d31b52.jpg]clothes[/url], making sure it was all appropriate. 

Her eyes lingered on the messy eyeliner but shrugged, uncaring. 

Leaving her room, she made a turn to the right, stopping outside of her brother's room. She peeked in through the crack, spotting the large lump under the covers that was her brother. Her eyes immediately went to the glass by his bedside, making out the small amount of amber liquid remaining. And it dawned on her in that moment how her brother managed to go to sleep that night.

Frowning a little but silent, Lilith moved away from the door, walking down the hall. At the front door, she took the time to put on her black combat boots, placing the cigarette in her mouth for the time being. After she'd finished messily tying them, she righted herself, grabbing her skateboard from it's slanted place in front of the door and stepping out.

Squinting at the bright sun, Lilith set down her board. Placing one foot on it, she took the time to brandish her lighter, carefully lighting the end of her cigarette. Taking a drag as she stuffed her lighter back into her pocket, she then took off down the street, the only real sound being the wheels of her skateboard against the pavement.

After a few minutes, she reached the hot springs, not even bothering to go through the front and instead circling around the back. Stepping off her skateboard, she approached the fence with an arched eyebrow. Giving a small nod, she let smoke escape her lips in a nice stream, prepping herself. Then, she let her cigarette rest off to the side before lightly tossing her skateboard over. Although, to be fair, it didn't matter much for how hard she threw it, gravity was relentless regardless. But, Lilith was confident and unconcerned, having done this before obviously.

She then proceeded to carefully climb over the fence, though getting the odd scratch or two herself. 

Landing on the other side, her eyes were drawn to her friend, Molly. Smiling a little, she walked past her discarded skateboard, approaching Molly. Choosing a lawn chair herself, she let herself 'gracefully' plop down on one of them, not bothering to join Molly. She gave a wave and groan in greeting, spread out dramatically over the chair (And partially some of the others.), taking a drag from her cigarette in silent cheers for making it.