When the sun sets below the horizon and the darkness falls upon us, the shadows come out to play. The noises taunt me, making me believe in things that aren't there. The innocent breathing of someone else, the harmless shadows and shapes caused by furniture, they're all a threat. The fear seeps its way inside me, filling every gap and crevice, until I'm swarmed. My breaths go from steady to shallow and uneven, each one irregular and difficult. Shadows seem to appear before me although I'm not sure if they really do. The darkness starts to suffocate me, the noises get louder, the shadows bigger, the fear increasing even further when I thought it couldn't anymore, I feel myself sweat, feel tears fill my eyes. The fear reaches its peak and my hand shoots out for the light. I let a tear fall. Each night haunts me, until the exhaustion takes over and I fall asleep. Only for the same fear to return later on the next day.
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In The Oceans Of Me
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