The Blanket

She pulls the blanket up to her chin, curling up her arms with fisted hands.  Rolling onto her left side, she cuddles in tighter, bringing in her knees as close as she can to her stomach.  The blanket, she believes, acts as a shield.  It's protecting her from all that is outside.  Because she knows that he is out there, and he lays in wait for her to drop her guard and dare to get out of bed.
Tears fall over the bridge of her nose and drop onto the pillow below her.  She had promised herself that she would not give into him, that she would and could be stronger than that.  She had given in so many times before, with disastrous results on each occurrence.  But her defenses have surely been weakened by all these attacks, and her heart wasn't in it for another fight.
Chills ran up her backbone and up to the little hairs on the back of her neck as she felt the Lion enter her bedroom.  He paced up and down the end of the California King bed...making it take only two strides and having all the confidence in the world.  His loud, hot breathes made her stomach turn; she knew she was in trouble.  She scrunched her eyes tighter and prayed to a God she wasn't sure was even there that He would make the Lion go away.
A deep rumble of dark laughter came from him.
"You cannot pray me away," he scoffed.  "I am not going anywhere until you are dead."
Her eyes blazed open.  Terror filled her already tightened chest.  The Lion stopped his pacing, and placed his two front paws on the end of the bed.  She curled in even closer to herself, not wanting any part of her body to feel him.
Slowly, she felt the blanket being pulled off of her.  She tried to hold on tight to the top of the blanket and pull back, but the fight was useless.  He removed her protector, and then easily leaped onto the bed.  She rolled on to her stomach, arms underneath her, head twisted to the side, as if this would protect her more.  He slowly slid up beside her.  She could feel his mane sweep up the side of her left arm; her shoulder jumped.  He was breathing in her ear, and the tears that were slowly falling before began to pick up the pace until there was almost a waterfall coming out of her eyes.
"Just do it," he said, motioning to her side table.  She glanced up.  It was full of pills, prescription and over-the-counter, whatever she could get her hands on.  She had put them there to just look at them, to just think about what would or what could happen. 
"I don't think I want to," she stuttered.
"Yes, you do," he laughed at her.  "Why else would you go through all this trouble?"
She thought about her daughter, sick in the other room, but sleeping.  She looked at the clock and wondered when her husband would be home.  She was supposed to be going to work, and he was coming home to watch the sick babe.  Was there enough time?  Was the Lion right?  Should she just do it?
The lion easily straddled her on the bed, and with one front paw, forced her to turn over.  She sat up quickly, terrified of what he might do next.
"Take that one first," he motioned to a prescription that she just had filled.  It was an older prescription for sleeping pills.  30 pills.  Shaking, she took the bottle and easily opened the childproof cap.  She poured nine to ten pills in her hand, shocked that they were so little.  Such little pills could do so much damage, she thought.  The Lion handed her a cup, smiling.
"Do it.  You know you want to," he laughed at her.  She looked at him, locked eyes, popped the handful of pills in her mouth, and took the cup from his hands.  She hesitated only for a second before swallowing the overdose. "More," he instructed her.  "Take the rest."  In two more handfuls, she had emptied the contents of the bottle into her empty stomach.  Fear filled her, and she wondered if she should run into the master bathroom and make herself vomit the pills up.  Her thought pattern was broken as the lion handed her another bottle.  She repeated the process, again and again until there were 5 empty bottles on her nightstand.
"Rest, now," he instructed her.  He dismounted the bed, and tossed the discarded blanket back at her.  She held the top and tossed the rest towards the bottom of the bed, watching it fall down like a landing kite.  She laid back down on her bed, and assumed the same curled up position that she had previously.  Her tears had long stopped, but the pillow remained wet and stained from the previous session.  The Lion circled three times, and laid on the ground next to her bed.  He was going to guard her, make sure that she remained on the bed and let the poison do its job.
She closed her eyes.  The decision that she had been attempting to make was final done.  It was all done.  Her body relaxed, she let her mind think of sweet memories.  She took a deep breath, and just let death happen.