"You awake?"
I text the boy I haven't talked to in over a year.
The three dancing dots appear, bringing life to my screen and to my heart in my chest. I take a long deep breath.
"Yes"
"Have you ever been scared of the dark? I mean genuinely afraid?" I type out the question that has flooded my mind. I just need to talk to someone. I just need to not feel alone.
I tried to go to sleep hours ago, but every time I close my eyes I can feel my heart race and I have a fear as if someone is there. I grab my phone, turn on my flashlight and look around the small little room. Nothing. Nothing is there. I feel calm again. I turn off the light, close my eyes. My imagination runs wild again. I hurry to touch my phone, to turn on the light and to turn off the rapid beating in my chest. I have this same battle with my head for several hours until I finally give in and go upstairs.
My phone buzzes and I am snapped out of my thoughts.
"No" he says.
No, of course he isn't afraid of the dark. What was I thinking? I am a nineteen year old girl. Why would I ask such a childish question? What the hell happened to me that made me so afraid?
I turn off my phone and away he goes like putting an old book back on a shelf. With the cool of the leather from the couch underneath me and the scatter of outside lights coming from a window, I can finally drift off to sleep.
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A short first chapter, I apologize.
Trying something new. I guess we'll take it as it comes.
All the love,
A.J.C
