𝕤𝕙𝕩𝕥..

[ In the dark ]

Its really dark in here.
Is anyone there ?
Even if I turn around again and again, I can't see a thing.
Suddenly, the light switch on.
I blink because of the sudden brightness and look in front of me.
There's a shadow.
I step back carefully, but suddenly it smiles creepily and run towards me.
A scream escapes my lips as I squat down, protecting my head with my arms, waiting for that thing to hurt me but I feel nothing.
The lights go off again and I open my eyes.

I'm in my bed, drenched in sweat. I sit and put my face in my hands as my body shakes anxiously. It was just a dream. A bad one. Looking up from my hands, I'm suddenly hyper aware of any shadows in my dark room. Hurriedly, I take my phone that was charging beside me, and turn on my flash. I run to switch on the room light. That being done, I exhale loudly as I felt a bit relieved. I slowly go back to my bed and lay down on my back, staring at the ceiling for several minutes.
When is this gonna stop? How am I supposed to live being constently in fear of something I don't even remember ?
No.
This is wrong.
So wrong.
I am wrong.
I remember it.

I remember its touch that made my body shake like crazy, its smell that made me suffocate and run out of oxygen, its sound that made me want to rip my ears off.
But the worse is that I remember its taste. Its flavour, so disgusting that it made me want to throw up my insides and the feeling of the weight on my chest , made me want to slash across it with a knife.

Coming to my sense, I feel water running down my cheeks. Oh? When did I start crying?
Quickly wiping my tears off my face; I get up, silently get out of my room and tiptoe my way to the kitchen. Not even bothering to take a glass, as my throat was so dry I take the water bottle that was on the table and chug half of it. Slightly panting, I lean on the counter, face in my hands. I'm still shaking because of the rush of fear and anxiety from earlier. Taking deep breaths, I try to be as quiet as possible not to wake up my roomate.

But little did they know he was already awake- no, he never fell asleep. He heard everything, from the nightmare to now. He was fighting the urge to come out of his room to hold them tightly, their body pressed against his as he whispered comforting words in their ear. But he never had the courage. He knows they're just roomates but can't help feeling so infatuated with them.