Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.

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I'm sitting here in the darkness, no light other than the screen. Its almost 1 AM and I should get to bed but how could I rest my head if I leave my friend dead? Would I leave her dead? Could I if I wanted to? Do I love her? Does she like me back? Random thoughts cross my mind and just then something was brought to my binded chime as if a person is watching me, paranoia strikes, there is no one to protect you from the dark, it comes and goes as it pleases, its uncanny and I hate it but its the one thing I can relate to at the same time, unwanted, uncared for, hated.
So while I hate that it consumes me I understand, come out boogeyman.
I will shut off my light and count to ten and then hopefully the light will have begun again.