• im sitting here, wondering why my life has to be so stupid, so uncontrollable, so miserable, and yet, so happy. i cant even see straight enough to realize that the darkness isnt what is outside, but what is standing infront of me.
    "ello?" i ask the gloomy figure, finally figuring it out.
    it doesnt speak, but the darkness gets brighter, as if its happy that i noticed it. i burst out of my dazed confusion as the thing moves forword, not by means of legs but as if floating.
    my eyes widen in fear as i think of all the things that could happen. ive already been through enough horror to know that my life is on the line and that i cant take another hit unless my powers dont fail me this time,"ello?...whos there"
    my questions and fear made the pocket of dark even darker than when i first saw it. my mind raced and within one minute i was out the door of my old dirty apartment and running along the streets of gross new york.


    . . .

    the second i woke up i was hoping that all that happened the past few days was just a dream, but i knew otherwise.
    as i got up enough to see over the dumpster that i slept behind last night, my mind raced back to the first time i saw the darkness.
    i remember running into an old homeless man and not having the gut to say sorry in fear of being caught by the thing chasing me. truth was i didnt really know what it was but it scared me nevertheless. i didnt even care if it was chasing me down to ask me a few questions on how to make virgin pizza, i was still running from it no matter what.
    my mother and father taught me to not ask questions and never trust anyone outside the family or where i worked.
    at the end of the alleyway i saw what was in my deepest fear, the darkness.
    "go away!" i shouted, picking up a rock and throwing it. i knew it wouldnt work because even if a car wanted to crash into it, the darkness would be right where it was standing before.
    "what do you want" god, a question.
    to my astonishment, it answered. "we want you," it said in a glossy bell-like voice" we need you."
    as soon as i heard that i lost all my training and litterally crawled out from behind the dumpster.
    "what do you mean?" i huffed.
    the glossy voice rang out again " we need you to help us"
    "help with what? making you solid enoguh to get stabbed in the heart?" i pulled out my silver stake to show.
    "no, i am just a preformer, come to the circus and we will show you."
    i immediatly got angry, no one was going to make me go back to that place "im not going! not there. never!"
    i turned my back just as the word was making its way out of my mouth and ran to the dead end of the alley. as soon as i saw my fault i turned quickly, but it was too late.
    "if you wont come willingly, ill have to take you myself" the darkness said, standing right in front of me.
    "wha..." was all i got out before the dark figure closed what i thought to be its hand over my mouth and i passed out.

    . . .