Approach of the Dawn -

Ch.2 Not yet Six

The time is not yet six in the morning though it shall be in less than a handful of minutes. It's quiet, no birds, no animals, just the hum of my probally to high fan and the soft snoring from my partner who is still on call with me from the night before. 

It's techinally morning though I still deem it night, for the sun hadsn't risen and neither has most of us. I too would like to be asleep, for unlike yesterday being up isn't volenterary the anxiety that makes my heart pound like it is dying is the cause. Anxiety that has no founding nor reason, a feeling that doom is sure to follow if I breathe even wrong. 

The darkness of my room is not a comfort like it usually is, the darkness holds fear unknown and the fear of what lerks in it. May it be the normall creepy I take joy in, the creepy, running from slenderman and stranger things, both fictinal and terrifying to the real life horrors of serial killers. 

Maybe the goosebumbs I feel are really just spiders crawling over my skin and not a reaction caused by the fan making my room actually slightly chilly in this month of July.  The hair on the back of my neck could be centipedes not the mullet I cut myself and is so fond of. Maybe just maybe if my foot peeks out from the end of my blanket the monsters will swallow it hold. 

Ironically enough these monsters I speak of, demons and ghouls, maybe even slenderman, have always been the beings I have prayed to for protection. Praying since I was little to invisible demons to keep me safe from the dark they loom in. Making deals that if I don't stick out unnessicary body parts from my blankets that they will keep my safe. Sneaking in food and telling the monster under my bed he was welcome to it as long as the darkness did not eat me whole. 

Looking at it now, it was not the darkness that scared me. No, it was not the darkness or the monsters, It was the people. The darkness felt like a blanket of security for I knew in the darkness held my protectors, my demons and my ghouls. The hellhounds and the werewolves I could scream to protect me.