Lost Time (A Creepypasta Story)

Snow In The Summer

Waking up to coughing down stairs is normal, for me. It's not like my dad is a drug addict, tlhe just likes to smother himself in them, especially cocaine. I can't judge him, I mean I actually like it when he snorts that white dust, mostly because it keeps him from getting drunk, and abusive.

I refuse to get up, then I hear bottles smashing downstairs. I quickly get dressed and climb out the window, into pitch black. I jump off the roof and walk to my tree. I climb to one of the highest branches and sit. I look around and see how this place has changed since yesterday.

Most people think the darkness is scary, they think not knowing, seeing, what's around you is scary, but I completely disagree. The darkness is more comforting then seeing your brothers wrists bleeding and helping him hide it. The darkness is more comforting then walking into your mom's room to see a man, a man you've never seen before on top of your mom. Darkness is more comforting then watching your brother shoot your mom, then himself. Darkness is where I will hide, it will be where I stay away from my drug addict dad, and my horrid memories.