I sat in the dark Alone. Doing Nothing. Actually, That's A lie, I was doing something. I was avoiding the Dark. Or to be more exact, What's in the dark. I sat in the only secure place I could find and wrote. Writing was my safe haven away from all the chaos around me. I didn't like the dark. It's one of my biggest irrational fears.
If I looked at the dark, I would start focusing on one specific area. And whenever I did that I'd notice shadows or shapes, and then I'd get scared. Then I would look away. I'd try not to think about it, But it was impossible.
It didn't matter how hard I tried, It was always there. The shadowy Silhouette had forced itself into the back of my mind, and It wouldn't leave. It was like permanent marker on a dry erase board. I was afraid of the figures, I was more afraid they would creep closer to me and engulf me in their Darkness.
I couldn't sleep now, It was far too late. The figures were in my mind and they will always be there. I won't Obsess over them every minute of the day, But it will always be there, In the back of my mind. Waiting until I remember The Darkness. And, As soon as I do, I can picture the figures in my head.
When the lights on, I'm safe. Not completely, But Partially. Sometimes I'll feel them behind me, I'll tense up and get goosebumps and hope the feeling will just hurry up and pass.
But as soon as the lights are off, There it is. Haunting me. Sometimes I wonder if It gets closer Each time I see it, But I'll never know. I'm too much of a coward to face the Shadowy Beast. I try to hide my face in my blanket, But I know, It won't help. Another sleepless night due to my haunter.
Now I wait. I lay here and Suffer, in silence, until it's safe again. The Light is my protector, But it can only last for so long. When Night falls It will be back again, Waiting for me to acknowledge it's presence. And As soon As I do, I shall suffer another night of antagonizing fear.
