She bit her tongue and thought of her best friends.
'It stings,' she thought. It stings not the cut on the tip of her tongue, but the eyes she try to hide in the dark.
'Act normal, don't be obvious,' repeating to herself like a mantra.
Being the imaginative one, she used to be so afraid of the dark; distressed ghosts and probable unknown monsters of different demons might lurk within its premises--suggesting nightmare. However this time, it's where she wish to vanish into.
She folded her laundry nice and slowly: taking her time. Before, she couldn't stay for just 3 minutes in this eerie, cold and dark place where they hang their clothes, no. But as soon as she knew she had to go in there just to fetch a few dried-up laundry, it gave her a sliver of sweet relief from wearing such a heavy mask.
The light in each room of the house felt suffocating, she'll become too visible, vulnerable and obvious. Each room, she felt watched and ashamed to appear as her real self. In each room, there would be somebody to witness her weakness. And upon being seen in your weakness shall you be mocked into false bravery only until you're called to be insolent for trying to be one.
Suddenly, her house of home felt like a cage; family turning into enemy; the darkness became her home and in a home, she knew she could release.
She then starts to understand why they hide and became the ghost she used to be afraid of in the dark; lingering and lamenting in it, trying to be silent to be not heard in disgust nor getting attention. It stings, yes. It stings badly--the tears in her eyes.
Only in the darkness is where she could have been, and only in the darkness is where she can't be seen.
-LovelyRhpsodist.42814
