Curled up in the backseat of the car, hidden in a pull off from the highway, high up in the mountains, having been driven by the demons that come out at night.
Through the windshield, through the gap between the front seats, she can see the sun rising. Warm orange and red pushing away the darkness and the distant stars.
Throughout the night, as the demons slashed and bit her, she desperately prayed, as the darkness closed in, as she thought of the gun in the glove compartment.
She prayed, broken and weeping, deep into the night, the howling demons and cruel claws so deep into her, telling her to get that gun, and it would all be over forever.
Just before dawn, like a fever breaking, the demons fell away, and a light and warmth and peace filled. At the lowest place hope had come. God was holding her close.
And she fell asleep as the sun, whole and bright rose up in a clear blue sky. Untroubled, she dreamed. Tears dried and her heart could start to mend. She’d be whole again.