Chaos #wattys2016

Prologue

I finally stepped inside,

Locking the door with trembling hands.

I closed my eyes and listened for a voice,

A voice that would tell me 'It will be okay'.

But all I heard was the thunderstorm outside,

Raging like the beast, crackling like the devil.

Dragonflies rushed in, taking shelter in my home.

I looked at them as my phobia stepped in,

Wondering if I was their next feast.

Rushing from one closed room to another,

I tried finding my safe haven.

Yearning for the strong arms of my father and soothing words of my mother,

I rushed into the little attic.

It was the one place that blocked out all the sounds,

Sounds of the Satan's cry.

I took a pen, a paper and penned this down,

Hoping that one day these fears would die.