It was midnight. Everything was quite except for the keyboard being typed and thunderstorm. The writer's eyes were glued to the computer and didn't even flinch every time there was a thunder. She just kept typing and typing. She was all alone, in her apartment, just with a lighted candle that has been glowing on her desk like a fairy light. She was her own world where she brought stories to life. After finishing a chapter, she tried to think about the next chapter, unfortunately she couldn't. She stood up and walked around for a bit. Her eyes were getting tired. Her shoulders were hunched down including her neck. She took deep breaths and listened to the rain. She was zoned out, but little did she know, someone was standing behind her. The writer felt goosebumps at the back of her neck and turned around, it was a person, smiling creepily and....holding a knife. She was paralysed how that knife was being held. Her eyes went big and felt goosebumps around her body. With no word, she pushes away that person, ran to the bathroom and hid in the bathtub. She could hear the door being hit by the knife continuously. She closed her eyes, hoping it would stop but then she felt herself being drenched. She opened her eyes and saw the bathtub was full of water and she was half submerged in it. Slowly, there was something coming out of the water and it seemed to have facial features of shark but more deadly. It bit her arm and blood gushed out. She screamed and constantly hit the creature multiple times until she poked its eye. She got out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Darkness met her. The atmospher soon grew silent. She couldn't even see any single thing except she felt like someone was sliding their fingers on her skin. She coudn't see but she felt like someone was right infront of her. It whispered, "Peek a boo...." She got jumped scared and ran to her room. The writer hid in the closet...from her self. She knew it was her but the dark side of hers. She held her wounded arm tightly and did not make a single sound. "Come out, come out wherever you are. You and I are the same you know." She sat still until something landed on her head. It was then crawling on her face. She turned on the little light in the closet and saw a spider on her face. She shrieked and looked up and saw huge number of spiders crawling above her. She freaked out and got out of the closet. Now, she was surrounded by characters from her books including the dark side of herself. These characters weren't just characters,they were her hears and trauma. They were all now mocking her, scaring her and humilating her. Out of nowhere, a child appeared. The child said, "Make peace with your past, don't ruin the present for the future you depends on it." The child caressed her cheeks and hugged the writer. She also hugged back. Everything now went blank. The writer soon realised that she felt asleep at her desk. She was trying to think wht just happend and thought it was a dream. Was it though? As soon an idea came across to her mind like a lightning bolt, thunder stroke. She found the purpose of her chapter. About how everyone has a side that makes them you or me. Like a candle, a bright side and the dark side. How fear represents themselves. Trauma, attached to you, like a parasite. But at the end, that doesn't take over who you really are. You are still you. They will be there but that's how you survived with those bruises and scars given by them.
© Mysterious Writer