The Darkness

The Darkness

In everyone there sleeps a devil but nobody can see this until your devil is awoken

When were born the first thing we are suppose see is a blast of bright though none of us can remember and before we die the last thing we are suppose to see is a blast of bright light though no one can actually tell you if it’s true maybe it’s because we need to believe we have those blasts of light when were arriving and leaving because the rest of our life is consumed by darkness. I used to be scared of the dark now it’s light I’m afraid of the light shows your sins while the dark allows you to cast more but after you’ve cast your first they stop becoming sins and become second nature the little white lies you’ve told turn into full blown deceit, then the lying becomes an obsession and you will do anything to stop people finding out you will resort to any measures maybe even as far as murder. I’ve cast that many sins that the darkness is my home and light is the thing am most afraid of I started out life as normally as a person can but as life throws more obstacles at you the descent into darkness begins without you even realising it until you yourself become a creature of the dark.

Have you ever heard that saying who is more foolish a child afraid of the dark or a man who’s afraid of light. This story is about my past and I how became the creature that everyone knows today.

December 24th 2001- Christmas Eve, the night every child across the country can’t sleep with anticipation wondering if Santa has visited their house yet and if you were lucky enough you just might hear the patter of his reindeers feet, knowing that your mum and dad knew that you where tucked up in bed safe. I was the kid who could never sleep so I would scrunch my eyes real tight and hope I would eventually. This Christmas eve felt no different I remember my mum leaving the nightlight on next to my bed like she would every night because I was scared of the dark I always made her check the wardrobe in the corner of my room I always felt like something watching me from in there. Every night I would climb under my duvet, I would instantly feel safe like the dark couldn’t hurt me, however this night would be the start of my love for the dark even if I didn’t realise it. It must have been about 3AM I woke up because the duvet had come off me leaving me vulnerable to the dark and all the qualities it possesses fear being the main one, the nightlight I had next to my bed was now on the floor with the bulb smashed like the dark was trying to engulf the light an unpleasant icy cold feeling began to rapidly invade my body like I was being taken over by something…something evil. Everything then went pitch black and the wardrobe door began to creek and open slowly it was like everything I was afraid of all arrived at the same time ready to claim me from the light I got out of my bed and hid under it this seemed like the only place left where I could feel like I wasn’t in danger