Everything went quiet for a moment. Then it started.
First came the stress. Time was ticking and ticking and ticking and ticking and it was all going too fast. Too fast and I was hit by a train and I was a trainwreck. I was swallowed and I was spat out. I was drowned and then I resurfaced.
Second came the pain.
I held a storm and there was nothing to calm it down. It devoured me. The claws ripped and scratched and clawed. They left traces of scars on my wrists and even deeper scars inside. But even blood couldn't satisfy the demons, the dark.
It needed more and more and more of me. It hurt and hurt and hurt. Being torn and slowly put together. Being ripped and constantly pulled in again. Being shot and then organized. And the pain was too much. I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I wanted to move but I couldn't. I wanted to rip out of my body and... die.
So dark so dark so dark so
dark.
So darkness I became.
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Short Story"Before you see the light, you have to deal with the darkness" That's what this short story is about: the demons that lie within you. And the darkness. This is kinda dark so if you want a lovely sunny short story then don't come heree...