I'm scared of the light. The light will reveal me to their eyes. I'm scared that they'll notice the scars. But I'm scared of the dark as well. I'm scared to let my mind plunge into the dark whispers of my head-the things I don't let others see. I'm afraid that one day, it'll all pour out. Then they all will leave me. I'm scared of myself. I'm scared of him. Why? A gay short story :3