Light and Darkness.

The Deal with the Devil

"It's a bit like walking down a long, dark corridor never knowing when the light will go on." (Neil Lennon)

Alone, forgotten, and scared.

Alone, I was the only person left in the entire room, perhaps in the entire building, everyone else left, their work done.

Forgotten, as my boss apparently did, as did my parents and my friends, shouldn't they be worried that I wasn't home yet, but they weren't, and they forgot me.

Scared, wouldn't you be too if you were alone and forgotten? It's a normal human emotion, and it's what I was feeling.

I was still here due to me forgetting the project due tomorrow. But it was taking me forever, and I wasn't getting anything done.

No ideas, no sudden burst of inspiration and no help. Just me, sitting alone in the empty office. Forgotten by society and scared by the loneliness of everything.

It was slowly growing dark, outside the window, the lights flickered to light. But who was the person that did it? Who was still here? Haunting and creeping the corridors here? The ghost from Avalon, still exists to drown in its miserable tale.

Questions roamed my mind. Questions that could be answered. Questions you cannot think too much about, lest they become true.

Packing my belongings, but all that was really mine was the file, I opened the door, stepping into the deserted corridor. The lights were on, just like everywhere else, opened suddenly by someone, something.

The corridors were empty, no bustling workers and the scolding harsh voice of my boss, never satisfied with what we handed in.

"Hello?" I called, but no one answered expect for Echo.

"Ello...ello...llo...o..." It frightened me, for there were never echoes in this corridor before, no voices calling back at you.

Yet there were always other people here before.

My mind spoke to me, exposing a fact that I wished to hide, for without it, I could pretend I was just a normal worker, going home, finished from my work.

But I was not.

I was the only person in this building, just as dusk was settling in. The night sky usually filled with stars was dark. Only a single, shining crescent moon glaring at me.

ALONE.

The thought slammed into me, slowly tearing my mental walls apart. For so many things could and might happen when you were alone. People would do things that they would not do with people watching.

ALONE.

There must be some people still here, someone who opened the lights, someone who want to be found,

FORGOTTEN.

My boss never came back from when he said he was getting the files; he never came back. Just like my dad, one who forgot us, one who abandoned us. Lost and never seen again.

FORGOTTEN.

No, no, I was not. My friends still care about me. They do, they do! They would not abandon me, why else be friends with me in the first place. They are loyal, they would not abandon me, they would not leave me, they would not betray me. They would not. They would not.

SCARED.

I'm not scared, I'm brave, I didn't cry when my father left, I didn't cry when I wasn't applied into my dream school, I faced the future, I acknowledged it, I accepted it.