It was cold and dark. Dakota walked back to his room after finishing the dishes. Tired and grey he felt. He was only a young boy but he chose to feel this way. "Nothing will ever be the same" he repeated in his head again. Tonight was going to be a hard night. He stopped by his stepmother's and father's bedroom seeing that they were fast asleep. Tip-toeing to his room he found himself at the front of his desk. There,on the desk, laid a light faded dusty music box trimmed with gold plated rim. His skinny delicate finger traced the around the box. Every memory flooding back to him, memories of his deceased mother. He began staring blankly at the dull wall as if he was lost in thought. Laying down, he knew it was bad to keep stressing about this so he laid back and started counting sheep.
"One sheep..........two sheep.........three sheep." His eyes grew heavy, his mind slowly fading out all the stress. Though he wasn't quite asleep. Slowly the image of his room came to his mind. If he ever needed anything when he couldnt see then he would never have a problem finding it. He kept his eyes closed shut. Suddenly he heard footsteps coming closer. "It must be my parents" he thought. The footsteps came closer. He felt someone is in the bed with him. It talked but the voice was soft and unrecognisable. "....hello..."
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The Inner Creatures
Random-Not so good thoughts -Trigger warnings -colorful language - I'll add stuff later Not everything blank and dark is bad
