chapter 12

Katya The drive feels like it is taking forever. Each second is agonizing as I feel the icy dread of darkness creeping in, twisting and warping my rational thought. How have I never noticed this before? How have I never felt this writhing within me? Of course, I have always been aware of the darkness, but mostly, I only see the aftermath and don’t have to witness what I actually do. I feel like a bystander in my body, yet for the first time, I am fully aware of what it does to me, its coldness, and the way it controls me and my thought patterns. No wonder I never remember much and would have to go off the word of what my mates said about what has happened. It makes me feel like a blackout drunk, only this time I am startling sober to watch what becomes of me. My limbs are no longer mine like I become the alter ego of the darkness as it wraps me in its embrace, calling me to the deepest parts of my mind. It whispers that if I just give in to it, it will erase everything that hurts me. W