I'm all alone. The darkness is caving in on me, any minute he'll come. The light is quickly fading, barely managing to filter in through the filthy window. This is when he comes for me. Every night, after the darkness. My eyes dart about, and I'm almost begging for the light to stay. In attempt to comfort myself, I wrap my arms around my knees and burrow my head into rough fabric of my jeans. Rocking myself softly, I try to ignore the panicked whispers all around me. I want to tell them to shut up, but I don't dare open my mouth.
He's coming. He's coming. He's coming.
That's the only thing I can think. It's what they keep telling me. It runs though my head, a never ending loop. I don't want him to come, I just want him to leave me alone. All I want is to be left alone. I don't want anybody, all I want is for the light to stay.
But it's gone. I bite my lip. My breathing is coming in sharp, shaky breaths. He says it's not good when that happens. I need to be calm. Deep breaths. That's what he tells me, but I can't trust him! He's lied to me before, he always lies. I shouldn't do as he says. He tells me that he's only trying to help me, but all he does is hurt me. That's what he's going to do when he gets here, hurt me.
I'm sick of being hurt. It's all he does, yet he says he cares about me. He tells me that I need him, and that he needs me. We've only got each other. I don't need him though. I wish he would understand that, but he never listens to me. Never. I'm nothing to him. He doesn't really care. Nobody does, why would they?
I hear footsteps, and instantly, I cower away. I try pushing myself further into the tiny corner. Maybe it won't be him. Maybe she'll come before him. Sometimes she does. She never stays long, but she makes it more bearable for when he get's here. I lift my head slowly, unsure of what to expect. I smile when I see her.
"He won't be long," she tells me, a look of worry on her face. Her eyes are darker today. Sometimes they do that, they change colors. So do his. She smooths out her black jacket, and picks at one of the white strips on the front. Looking down, she purses her lips. "I'm not going to be able to see you for much longer,"
"You can never stay for long..." I mutter, slightly disappointed. Her body stiffens up, and she shakes her head.
"No, I mean, this might be the last time I can come see you," there is a look of guilt in her black orbs. My heart sinks, but I'm too tired to react with anything that involves major body movement.
"But, you can't," I tell her. "Please, don't leave me. Not with him, I can't..." I bite my lip, knowing if I keep talking, I'll end up crying. I don't want to look weak. It's been a while since I've cried... I can't remember the last time I did.
"You won't be alone, somebody else will come," she smiles softly, and pushes a long stand of blonde hair from her face. I shake my head.
"I don't want somebody else, what if they are like him?" my voice cracks slightly toward the end of the sentence. She looks at me with pity in her eyes.
"He won't be. He's a nice kid, I've been watching him. You'll like him, I promise," the room grows slightly dark and she takes a step backwards. "He's going to help you, more than I ever could,"
"I don't want help," I grunt stubbornly, glaring at her.
"No, you don't want it. But, you need it,"
I'm about to open my mouth, ready for an argument, when she dissapears. The darkness engulfes her, putting her out like a flame. Was that... the last time I would ever see her? I shake my head. It couldn't have been. She wouldn't leave me, she can't. I need her.
The door opens. He's here.