The Dark Chapters 1

Chapter 1

I sprint across the garden.

Although it is dark all the time, When it is dark during the danger zone it's a different kind of dark- the scary kind. The kind where kids or teens would wake up sweating and sobbing from their dream. I think most adults still do it now but I don't think anyone would come to own up to it. I think it's called something like sleep paralysis.... I don't really know.
But as I run across my what I thought to be safe garden, a blood boiling chill crawls down my back. I try not to stop running as it crawls farther down.
I feel something different every time i have to run that short distance - sometimes it's calm and chill, sometimes I feel like I am being watched, sometimes I feel like I could die any second.
Me and my family take it in turns to go grab the vit-DB26. It's complicated name gives no difference to all that it gives you, all it does is give you all the Vitamin D and some of the Vitamin B that you need to survive the night. You take to injections within 24 hours, one at the beginning of the danger zone -00:00 am- and one at some point during the day -in between 10:00 am and 14:00 pm. If you forget you will know.
It is my turn today and as I reach the door I trip as I open it falling through it onto the dusty floor which held the footprints of when my sister came in yesterday. The box of the drugs were stacked high to the ceiling and what else was in there (which was mostly outside toys and old stuff) looked tiny compared to the big mass of what looked like builders building blocks but scaled up a few hundred sizes. It is like the temperature of my fridge in there so as quickly grab what I need, take a deep breath and open the door.
I sprint so fast I nearly trip but luckily I managed to keep up the pace and reach the door safely. I open it an inch and slip in; barely detected by my mother who was waiting for me on her phone at the table, her mighty weapon leaning against her leg. "Someday that will be mine," I think. It glimmered in the white, pale light of our kitchen and nearly looked the same colour of my mums skin but I am careful not to mention that because she was already in a bad mood.