Dark,
Blackness is a curtain over the eyes of the young, child innocently lying in bed.
An unease plants itself in their chest,
Worry,
Fear.
Their thoughts betray them,
They spiral, no matter how much they try to control them.
No use.
Images of diseased,
Dead,
Shadows whom move with no person,
Blood,
Curling,
Sharp,
Ripping,
Gory,
Detached,
Dislocated,
Disfigured,
Insane,
Snarling,
Crawling,
Dragging,
Monsters.
All in their dark room.
Haunted by their imagination.
They panic.
The air is constricting.
They could of sworn she feels thousands of eyes upon their fragile body, which starts to shake.
A pounding headache starts at the back of their skull.
They're cautious of their movements.
An overwhelming urge to turn the light on flashes through their mind, but the images of those wretched beings come with it.
They knows it's silly,
But it feels so alive at that moment.
They stare at where they know the light switch is.
Afraid of seeing something -someone - staring back, makes them turn their gaze to their hands.
A scenario from their point of view shows themself, handing trembling, reaching for the light switch.
Only to find a different hand, different than theirs. One that belongs to a corpse, raw, skin tearing, dangling, peeling, wrinkled and grey; veins protruding, and nails sharpened to a dangerous point.
They jerks back.
But the fear grows strong, and with all the determination they had, they reach for the light switch.
Dead,
Shadows whom move with no person,
Blood,
Curling,
Sharp,
Ripping,
Gory,
Detached,
Dislocated,
Disfigured,
Insane,
Snarling,
Crawling,
Dragging,
Monsters.
The room lights up.
No. None of the above.
They looks around.
Alone.
They're alone.
They are relieved,
For it was never the dark itself that sprouted fear in their heart like the most precious, strong flower,
But everything their mind tormented could be in it.
-D.
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No More Hiding
Non-FictionWhat's the point in hiding the truth? TRIGGER WARNING: -EATING DISORDERS. -DEPRESSION. -SELF-HARM. -SUICIDE. -ANXIETY. -HEARTBREAK. -ASSAULT. IF YOU FIND YOURSELF SENSITIVE OR EASILY TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THIS CONTENT, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE. You have...
