Entry 2: The Darkness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Our fears linger in the darkness. For Sylas, this fear is in the darkness of her own mind. The second installment in the Sylas Diaries.

Submitted: March 20, 2015

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~~I always found the dark very frightening. Even as a little girl, before my addiction, the darkness seemed like a nightmare that you couldn’t escape. Though, as my addiction formed, the darkness became scary for a different reason. Often times, I’d call Luka’s phone to just hear his voice on the answer machine. Of course, I carried his phone in my backpack, and the buzzing of it being on vibrate would make me jump if I didn’t expect it. To this day, Luka’s parents don’t know the truth, and it’s best that way.
A few weeks after Luka’s death, I started to realize my lack of sleep. It was the darkness; it would torture me, leaving me to stay awake all night. For a while, I thought I was going crazy because I’d hear taps on my window. I suspected it to just be the branch outside my window, but even on the windless nights, I’d hear it. Tap, tap, and tap.
Finally annoyed, I went to the window to see what made the tapping noise. The darkness often loved to play tricks on me, and at first I was terrified to see a shadowy dark figure. But as the clouds moved away from the full moon, I could see the pale face of Switch. No one knew his real name, but he was often in our circle. I was glad he wasn’t with us that night. I opened the window to see what he wanted.
“Can I come up?”
“Sure.”
He climbed up the side of my house and into my window. He wore dark clothes, but we always did. His long sleeves hid his bruises from his parents, his burns from cigarettes, his holes from heroin, and his scars from cutting. Saying he was in need of therapy was an understatement.
“Did you hear about what happened down in the subway?”
“Yeah,” I forgot that he was out of town that night, so he wouldn’t have known right away.
“Well, I got the stuff from Pines Grove, you up for a hit?”
“Um,” I hesitated, “Actually, maybe not. Phil has me getting up pretty early, so I shouldn’t. “
He often tried to persuade me with his big brown eyes. And every time it would work. I didn’t understand myself when I was under the haze of my addiction. Suddenly, the darkness seemed even more threatening. Switch’s heavy gazed frightened me, but the darkness made me tremble.
“You should leave,” I said.
I was thrown off my surprise when he grabbed my arm, tightening it, just like the elastic.
“No!”
And then I felt it, the needle. If he could persuade me, he’d force me. And it didn’t take long for the drug to enter my veins, and then a haze, and then darkness. Threatening darkness mixing with blood curdling screams.
The next morning, I carried Switch’s body into the woods. I feared everything about myself, the addiction, the fact that I couldn’t control it, and the fact that no one could understand it. It took me long hours to bury the body, clean the blood, and shower. And as I stood, looking at myself through the mirror, I felt fear of what I was becoming. The lights flickered off, leaving me in the darkness. The darkness, the greatest fear.


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