Through the Dark // H.S

I was walking home; alone as always. Yet I felt like I was being followed and every now and again I’d hear footsteps. I started walking faster until I was full on running. All I could think about was getting home and being safe, but the adrenaline running throughout my veins was making it hard to think about anything really. I didn’t look behind, fear of seeing who was after me. When I reached the steps of my rundown apartment in the ‘slums of London’ I finally glance to see nothing. No one. I believe I’m going mad, I used to imagine that people was after me when I was little, I would run to my bed and hide under the covers. I was always afraid of the dark. I guess I still am.