Chains.
I can't take them off now. I'm terrified. Why now? Plenty of time to make me feel the hundreds and hundreds of different forms of fear.
Don't take me wrong. I have always loved darkness and the night time. But he's appeared. I've fallen into a deep whole and I can't get out. He's there with me, and so are these chains.
Little by little I feel them unattach from me, but whenever he stops unchaining them, I feel death. And that's when I realise that he's here but at the same time, he's a thousand miles away from me, and he's not staring at me.
Pain. It aches to think that he will never stare at me again. But as I start to assume the worse, he just looks up and unchains me again.
Freedom.
