Fears.

Darkness

I'm surrounded by darkness.

It's cold, I cannot move.

The air is thin, and my breath sounds more and more painful with each inhale, each exhale sounded like it's screaming to escape. I can't see anything in the room, or whatever I'm in. All that's there is the static of the dark, swarming and making patterns as everything else feels still.

It's quiet.

The only thing that can be heard is my heart, that's pounding so hard in my chest I can feel my feet dance to every beat.

Dancing to the beat, in the dark.

The dark, isn't what's scary. What make it's terrifying is the horrific things that could be lurking in it, that you are unable to see. The unmentionable, unpredictable, unpleasant things, that can grab you at any moment. Or, maybe they just wanna play a game.
A game with your mind.

Your fear, benefits their power.
Your fear, makes them stronger.

When you cower at the noises, they become louder.
When you flinch at the touches, the pain becomes harder.
And if you even so dare to attempt running away,
fear will catch up to you.
Your fear will make you slow.
They will get you
And you won't live to see the next day.
All you'll see is more and more
Darkness.

More fear will be alive
More horrors will be active
More suffering
More crying

More fear

More dark.

Suddenly it's like something hit me on the head.
I get thrown with an awful thrust onto the ground.
I struggle and bang on the wall, hoisting myself against it. I slap my hand all over in panic.
I'm sweating
I'm Panting
In fear
My hand finally finds the switch.

The darkness is gone.

It reveals what appears to be a room.
My room.
I'm still panting
And sweating
But the fear has drifted off.
Now that I know I'm in the comfort of my room.
There is no more fear
Because there is no more dark.

I go back to bed, relieved.
With the light on
Of course.