darkness show me the light } } tom

The room, just like any other room in the house was thick with heat. Dust and other follicles float around in the stale air. Thick, heavy curtains block any light from slipping into the quite room. Darkness was at home here, taking the place away in its loving arms, holding, gathering, everything in the rooms and claiming it as its own- even the boy who sat in the corner. The one with dark hair, the one who didn’t say a word. He just sat still, the muscles in his arms twitching every now and then as his eye lids flutter shut, as the dreams of the night haunt his mind, taking away the peace of a dream like sleep and replacing it with ones full of nightmares, of memories that the boy begged this boy to forget.

He is only young, this boy, and shadows cover his face, his arms and his legs like tattoos. If you looked at him close enough you could practically see the nightmares that flashed through him, the memories which implanted themselves in his mind. The darkness swirled around him like an angry flock of birds, eating away at the little bit of hope, of purity that seemed to shine through him, leaving him void of anything, anything but the endless blackness.


One would feel sorry for this boy, or maybe they wouldn’t, maybe they would fear him, be scared of the child who lacked the light that made a child innocent, a child. he was lacking that sense of purity which made people want avoid him, which made people want to tug their children in the opposite direction if they saw him wandering down the street. They knew about him, knew everything about him… and they knew how everything that had happened to this young boy had changed him, changed for the worst- or well, that’s what everyone was saying. But what do you think? Do you think he was safe? A child who was lost, scared, a boy who didn’t know how to react with the events in his life? Or do you see a monster, the devils child?

The room this boy- this man- sits in now… is no different from the room he sat in years ago, his body once again shadowed by the memories of his past. But this time, this time he does not twitch, or flinch. He does not waver, or sweat. He sits perfectly still, almost as though the nightmares that the darkness are feeding to him is like fuel, a way to energies the anger that surged through him. It was like a drug almost, flowing through him, taking over his body until he smiled, pulling his face away from the cup of his hands. He climbs to his feet the darkness in the room parting as his fingers closed around the handle to the fridge. Pulling the door open light filled the room and a cold gust of air crashed over the man. He smiled before reaching into the fridges depths, his fingers closing around the glass bottle that held the intoxicating liquid secure. But for how much longer?

He smiled at the bottle before closing the fridge door and wandering back over to his chair. Sitting down he allowed silence to fill him, his hand slowly unclasping the bottle cap before flicking the lid over his shoulder. Once the cap was out of the way he leans back in his chair, his eyes half closing as he tips the bottle of intoxicating liquid into the back of his throat. The fire of the liquid filled his body, warming him from the inside out. It was one of the most surreal feelings that the boy had ever experienced, and he loved it never the less.

He pulls the bottle away from his lips, a smile in its place. This was my life, and even though the demons that haunt me are never ending, he lived through it. he adapted. Silence fills the room once again, darkness dancing and prancing around his feet, under his control- then I knock fills the room. The boy looks up, his eyes flashing for a moment. Who could that be? He asks himself quietly before climbing to his feet and wandering over to the door that would reveal the reason behind the knock.