The Forest Nightmare

I closed my eyes once, once again and once more time; too scared to blink for a second too long, my mouth dry, a giant golf ball stuck in my throat. A tear-stained face watched the night light flicker from under the shear blankets that sat over my head. This had gone on far too long. We're supposed to grow out of the fears of our childhood years not make them worse. I'm fourteen for goodness sake! but even now they watch me from my cupboard, whispering horrible things into my ears and haunted my dreams through the darkness.

My mum somehow kept away the distress. whenever she would lay next to me and just stroke my eyebrow or hold me just to rub my back, it made me feel like the world could throw anything and everything it has and I would still be perfectly fine. nothing could touch me. Even so, nothing ever stays how you want it to, how I wanted it to. Work called for her more and more so I saw her less and less her absence drew them closer. They scared me, I don't know what I should do