The Darkest Place

I looked around the room I was standing in. When I was locked in the blank walled chamber it was well lit, I wasn't sure what exactly was lighting the room but whatever it was, it was going out. The room, slowly getting blacker and blacker was filling me with a sense of paranoia and fear of which I've never felt. Soon it was pitch black, I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. I started feeling things brushing up against me, like bony fingers enticing me into something that no man should ever discover. The darkness continued to advance; it advanced so far I could no longer feel where my body was. I had lost all my senses because of the darkness. It wasn't even just a lack of light anymore, it was a complete absence of anything that provided comfort. I started feeling like I was floating away. The feeling of no gravity was terrifying me, the screaming that was going on in my own mind was deafening because of the silence in the room. I could hear the blood pumping through my veins, I could hear my muscles tighten when I moved myself, but I couldn't tell where I was moving them. I felt a tug on each of my limbs, as if something was pulling me in all different directions. Then the pain, as if the puny creatures suddenly turned into huge oxen pulling my body apart into pieces, drifting aimlessly and now separate into the void that I have learned to hate and love at the same time. All the pain, yet I know this is truly my home... It's where I belong.

"Honey!?" She screamed, shaking me in my bed. It took me a minute to re adjust myself from what I had just left, soon I could make out the image. I was sitting up in my bed.

"Are you having those nightmares again?" She asked.

I tried to tell her that the nightmares were back, but my mouth wouldn't open, I tried moving but I was frozen. Paralyzed and helpless, I began to sink into the bed, she was screaming, trying to help me. I hit the bottom. That's when I always wake up.

I sat up in my bed and looked at the picture on my nightstand. She was so happy, so lively...

"I'm sorry Kath..." I said, clutching the picture, almost breaking it from how hard I was embracing it.

"I'm sorry Kath..." I said, as the picture slipped from my hands. The glass shattered on the ground at about the same time the stool did, but my feet, they never touched the ground.

It was pitch black. I couldn't see anything through my eyelids, clutched tighter than a vice grip. I felt the tug and with that the normal darkness advanced just like in my nightmares, but this time with hope.

I knew I would never have to live through another day, or nightmare again without her.