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nyctophilia

ib. when i was young by MØ
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nyctophilia
(n.) love of darkness or night, finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness

*third p.o.v? i think?*

(i don't know if this contains any triggering material but be careful when reading 💚)

the world starts to wake as the sun rises into the sky as it has done countless times. people rub their eyes and stretch as they wake up from slumber. some check their phones, others get up straight away. and then there's some who just go back to sleep. the most peculiar one would have to be may blackburn.

may sits in the middle of her floor, peering out the window watching the sunrise. she hasn't slept a wink. she hasn't slept for a long time. no one knows why. perhaps she has countless amounts of energy? a crash from the kitchen followed by a string of curses breaks may out of her trance. robotically, she stands and turns to the door. she slowly trudges over to the door, grasping the cold metal handle. her entire head turns to look at the dresser. no need to change clothes, for she is already wearing the clothes she needs; a black hoodie, black jeans and black converses. she turns her head back to the door and twists the handle.

immediately she is greeted with the sound of sizzling bacon.
'mum must be awake' she thinks and heads towards the sound. mrs.blackburn was a petite lady. she wore her hair in a nice little bun in the top of her head and always seemed to have a smile on her face. she notices her daughter walking towards her. fear slowly starts to creep up on her as she takes another step. her smile falters a bit but she must keep a smile. it was what she lives by.

may continues to walk into the kitchen and seats herself on the bar stool. mrs.blackburn places a plate of food in front of her. she stares at it before creepily tilting her head up to look at her mother. mrs.blackburn suddenly gets chills and moves away from may. alone again, may slowly eats the food in front of her. she picks at it and barely eats any of it. taking one last stare at her mother, she hops of the barstool and grabs her bag. without another word she's out the door.

she walks peacefully down the street to her school, her hood pulled up over her head. she encounters no interruptions which she is thankful for. one would think she's thankful for it, it is near impossible to read her emotions. many have tried and many have failed. laughter and squeaks fill her ears as her school comes into view. expressionless she walks through the gates.

it was as if a storm had covered the school. may stepped one foot into the premises and all laughter died away almost immediately. she made her way to her class unnoticed. the laughter and squeals returned when may entered the building, peculiar. may sat down at the back with perfect posture like a robot. she was 10 minutes early so no other student was to be seen.

as if she were home, she sat quietly and pondered about anything and everything as the class began to fill up. everyone had taken their seats and were hushed by the teacher.
"good morning class, my name is bob leons, call me whichever you like i don't mind. your original teacher hasn't turned up yet so as far as i'm concerned i am your teacher for the day" he spoke confidently and happily. several groans could be heard.

bob leons took the role and started to call out the names of the students. "liam?" he called.
"here" liam replied chewing gum up the back of the class.
"monika?" he called again. a hand shot up in the air in response.
"may?" he said looking around the classroom. may stared at bob with a murderous glint in her eyes.
"does anyone know if may is here?" he spoke quietly, aware of the death staring student. one of the students in the front row pointed to the back where may was still glaring at him
"ah there you are may, maybe try putting your hand up next time so i know that you're here okay?" he spoke nervously. he felt the room's temperature slowly start accending. he felt beads of sweat start developing on his forehead. he tried to ignore her but no one ignores may blackburn. didn't you know that?

may stood up and continued to stare at him. more intensely if that was even possible at this stage. the entire room was deathly silent. you could hear a pin drop. it's no secret that people were afraid of may. they almost never noticed her but when they did, they wished they didn't. everyone in the room except for may felt fear. may tilted her head to the side and the chair behind her went flying into a window opposite her. one of the students screamed while the others ducked for safety. bob couldn't move. he was paralyzed with fear. slowly she moved closer to him. all the students watched closely but did nothing to help. what could they do?

may stood a metre away from bob who was still paralyzed. he couldn't tear his eyes away from her dark red eyes, they were so enticing. may put her hand into the sky in front of her, palm open. she never broke eye contact with bob once. her hand started to shake. in the quietest voice that could barely be heard she whispered
"go".

may balled her hand into a fist and ran towards the man who still couldn't move. a tear fell from his eye and hit the ground. bob knew that he was going to die here and instead of fighting, he embraced it. he took one last breath before her fist hit his chest and he was gone. a resounding boom shocked the whole room. the walls vibrated and the tables shook. the students screamed and covered their ears. the most disturbing bit were the little red flakes flying through the air like birds. almost like confetti without the joy. the only remains of bob. they flew through the air and slowly drifted to the ground as if they weren't a part of a horrific incident.

may stood there, fist now by her side. she turned to face the students who were all backed away in a corner whimpering. she ignored them and proceeded to walk to the door. pulling her hood up, she twisted the door handle and left.

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wc. 1088
that turned out a lot more dark and horrific then expected. i promise i don't normally write like that but i just had the idea and decided to write it. i sound insane. ehh that's okay. great start to a book am i right?