I squat in the corner of my room.
Like a fur-ball which has been spat out by a cat.
I'm afraid.
I want to cry.
But it's like my body isn't able to produce tears.
Dried out like a deep old well.
I press myself more in the corner.
I scream silent words.
I'm scared.
Scared of the darkness that's reaching for me.
Like a dark, sinister and ugly fog.
It's climbing the walls like ivy.
It's crawling it's way towards me on the floor like a snake.
Lambently with poison-green eyes.
Those sharp teeth ready to penetrate my skin.
Closer and closer comes the darkness.
Just a few centimetres are left.
I can't breathe.
It's like the fog has pressed all the oxygen out of the room.
The strain is getting higher.
I breathe like a marathoner after a race.
Just with the difference that I sound like one with a pulmonary disease.
My lung rattles with every breath like the chain of a castle ghost.
The darkness attains me.
It encases my bones, infects my blood and poisons my heart.
I feel like drowning.
I gasp for air.
The darkness takes control over my body.
It paralyzes me.
I can't feel.
I'm numb.
At the same time I feel everything.
Most of all the tiredness.
I'm exhausted like I've never been before.
But the darkness won't let me sleep.
I know what it's up to.
I'm sweating.
I shiver.
I feel cold and hot at the same time.
My skin is cluttered with creeps.
I'm loosing my mind.
Inhuman noises try to escape my mouth.
My lips are dry.
I try to focus on breathing.
I'm going crazy.
I think I can't take it any longer but it's just the start.
My eyes widen as the darkness reaches it's designation.
My brain.
Calmness and shivers flash through my body, as I hear the trusted softly voice whisper:
"Hello my old friend! It's been a long time!"
