FOLLOW

Settle

At least the nightmares has finally stopped. Nothing but darkness and echoes through the shadows, but there is much beauty in the dark. Not being able to be afraid, when there's nothing there. I've looked down at my hands so many times, seeing a different pattern everyday. Almost like my lifes' path has changed because of my choices. Sometimes, I do feel like I'm in a video game. Constantly coming back to life, a different life, every single time I wake. As I said, there's beauty in darkness, because the darkness conceals what you should be afraid of, but it's not there when your eyes don't adjust. As a child, I've forced myself to count to 100, whenever I had these nightmares. Close my eyes tightly in my dreams and pretend they're not there. Now I just ignore the voices, the echoes. There's no point in being afraid. I sit up in my bed, and rub my eyes. Running my hand down, over my nose and my mouth.
"Still night time huh?"
I stare straight out the window in front of me, feeling relieved that I didn't see something standing there, like a demon in the corner of my room. Literally my WORST nightmare. Tch. I reach over to turn on my lamp and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I see a figure on my nightstand. "Oh FU—-, What the fu—" I jumped back so hard, I fell backwards on the floor, my feet sticking up in the air. I fix myself up and slowly peek over my bed. The figure still sitting there on my table, didn't even budge the son of a bitch. "Shoo! Get the fuck out...whatever the fuck you are!" It just stood there. Come on man, why tonight? I swear I jinxed myself. What does it want? Food? Eyes still fixated on the figure, I stretch my arm out the drawer of my other nightstand, and pull out a snack. More so, peanut butter crackers. I tossed it over towards the silhouette and it looked down at it. My eyes widened when I saw it's long nose and long tail. Holy shit. I slowly started to stand on my feet. I crawled over my bed, reached past it, and turned on my lamp. I leaned back and our eyes met. It's a Fox. It's fur was golden though, almost like it was a statue. It glistened in the light and I was intrigued. I went to rub it's head, but it wasn't having it. The Fox jumped down and over to the window, and stared into my soul.
"Follow."
What!? Did that Fox just talk!?
"What...what did you say?"
It looked at me with frustration. It began to walk in a circle on the window pane and jumped down.
"Follow." The Fox began running off into the trees, as I scrambled off the bed, with just my underwear on. I ran towards the window and tried to climb out, but I tripped over the window with my left foot and fell face first into the grass.
"Wait! Wait damn it! Where are you!?"
The Fox was gone. Nowhere to be seen, but that didn't stop me. I jumped up to my feet and ran into the direction of the fox. Stepping on every branch, scratching the bottom of my feet. Tears falling from my eyes from the pain of the branches stabbing them.
"Fox! Wait! Fuck! Wai—"
I stopped in my tracks. I saw the fox sitting suspiciously in the middle of clearing. I was scared to approach it, but it was too late to be afraid now. It stood up on it's hind legs. The fox then raised its paw and pointed towards an opening in a tree.
"Go. Now."
Before I could react, I was raised in the air by a force that I couldn't explain. I was screaming at the top of my lungs.
"Help me! Put me down! What is happening!?"
I was then thrown into the tree...darkness. I'm too used to the darkness. You can't be afraid, if there's nothing there...right?