Senior Year

My breaths quickens and my heart rate soars to the sky. Cold spikes of fear and something else drain down my spine. Thoughts raced around my frantic mind, threatening to escape my lips. This man that seemed so normal, so perfect, yet so different when the lights are out. Yet I am not scared as he looms closer, his dark blue - almost black - eyes locked onto my soft lavender ones. I am not scared, but thrilled to know he trusts me with his darkest secrets, the things people like to keep shoved under their bed or closed in a suitcase buried at the bottom of the sea. As his long and narrow finger find the hem of my black knee-length dress, the past months flashing by in an instant. I find myself looking down and look back up to him dark eyes. 'Can I trust you enough to go this far?' I think, wondering if Raven could read my mind. With a silent shake of my head, I let the shadows surround our bodies in the dark hallway of his mansion.