I walk alone in the cool, crisp night. The leaves billowing around as the wind rushes through my hair. I pull my jacket closer as the cold begins to chill the back of my neck and so generously gives me goosebumps. I'm alone walking down the road. It's the middle of October and i already see jack-o-lanterns lighting the night. I enjoy my late night walks; they calm me. But tonight was different. The usual chatter of squirrels is silent, and no owls dare to accompany me in their nightly wake. I suddenly feel a strange sensation. I get the feeling I'm being watched. I walk a little faster, hoping to somewhat tire myself out. Stay calm, I tell myself. It's just another night, right? I was wrong. It was then that I completely stopped and listened. Nothing. Just complete and utter nothing. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, but not just from the cold. I want to turn and look, but i'm too scared of what I might see. My overactive imagination is working at it's finest. It's nothing, i remind myself. I finally surge up enough courage and whip around, hoodie swinging with my brisk movement. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I walk home, still deathly quiet but not as strange. As i come closer to my house I get a sick feeling to my stomach, almost to the point of throwing up. I walk to the front steps and pause. Do you ever get that uneasy feeling something bad has or is going to happen? I slowly turn the door handle and all i see is darkness. And then, i start screaming at the top of my lungs. I have no idea why or what happened next. I don't know what or who did this. All that I could remember was darkness. The overwhelming rush of suffocation. Feeling as though the weight of the world is crushing you. Having the feeling as though you are worthless, and that the world is better off without you. The very essence of you'r life is being sucked out of you. And all that's left is an empty shell of who you used to be. Just being, nothing.
