Safety

Safety (A Oneshot)

You leaned back into the patio's sofa that was settled in the corner of the wooden deck. The rain which was heavily downpouring seemed to match the brewing storm of your own distressing turmoil. Your arms were tightly wound around yourself. You were breathing a bit quicker than usual, short puffs of the chilled night air filling and escaping your lungs. Your heart rate matched with a similar pace, nearly beating out of your torso. You felt on edge, full of energy, nerves that buzzed beneath the skin. Your gut churned with mild discomfort, reeling from what was troubling you in particular.

It was always a mistake being up at this hour, at night. Being up at this hour usually made you isolated, alone for the most part. It was not something that occurred often, but when it did, more often than not it was never a good sign. When you were alone, all you had was yourself, which meant you were alone with your thoughts. Thoughts, that never failed to drift to some of your worst, personal fears, and anxieties.

Thinking past a specific time should be something that should never happen. The human brain deserves an on and off switch, it is what you wished you had at the moment.

Alas, life simply is not that simple.

You find yourself involuntarily wincing, the cold air, occasionally with the specks of raindrops nipping at you, the more you stay huddled in the corner of the sofa. You refused to move, however, finding the outside to be somewhere you could at least attempt to ground yourself. You felt you had no choice but to keep where you were. Not to mention, you didn't want to bother Dark. He may not need sleep all of the time, but he was someone who needed time to unwind after a busy day. The last thing he needed was to deal with your nonsense.

Besides...If he saw you in such a state...You didn't even want to dwell on the possibility. That's why you left your room, to come outside, far away from where he could potentially hear you.

The weather was beneficial for this reason, not only as a way to keep yourself out of your mind but to cover any potential noise you made. It seemed foolproof.

...

What first helped you stay grounded eventually grated on you. The weather had gotten far more frigid than you thought it would be. You only pulled on a thin hoodie before walking out here, and it only provided so much warmth. It didn't help that the pitter-patter of rain did little to drown out your brain which wouldn't shut up, wouldn't stop racing, moving, thinking-

Your breath catches in your throat, as a sound alerts you to someone's arrival.

No- no no no no!

You felt your shoulders involuntarily tense, raising at the sound of the front door creaking open, accompanying the soft, yet audible ringing that you had grown accustomed to. A sound that normally brought upon some minimal comfort, made you shrink down slightly.

The sudden idea that he would find you, how he might react, kept you rooted to where you sat, to scared to move.

The last thing you wanted was for Dark to see you like this, stupidly, foolishly up at this hour, due to the worry-inducing thoughts that would not shut up.

Shortly following the door widening, was the sound of Dark's quiet footsteps, his dress shoes tapping gently against the wooden panels that made up the porch. You couldn't help but shift, tucking yourself as far as you could into the corner of the outdoor sofa. You withhold a shiver as another drift of wind whipped by, hoping that your attempt to stay quiet would somehow deter Dark, and make the entity go back inside altogether.

Of course...You were never that lucky.

You could tell he noticed you by the pause in his steps, the shift in his movement as he seemed to acknowledge you, probably taking in your silhouette, which was barely illuminated by the orange porchlight that glowed dimly on the outside of the cabin. You keep your head lowered, hanging down as you pulled your legs slightly closer to yourself, hoping with one last shred of hope, that he somehow didn't, and that you were just imagining it.