Darkness Is A Place I Dont Want To Be.

I can never escape the fear that is burned deep into my mind. My pain is the source of my fear. People don't believe me. They think I'm crazy. They think I'm insane. They think I should be put away. They think I'm a 'Freak'. Why cant any one understand? I am none of these things. People should try walking in my shoes for a day. I bet they would stop calling me these things. They would be terrified of what they saw. And maybe even what they fell. Fear stays for short amounts of time. Not this fear. This fear seems like forever.

I can never escape the pain that is thrown carelessly across my pale skin. The shadows are the source of my pain. People always ask what happened. I never tell them. They wouldn't believe me even if I did. No one ever believes me. I have given up telling the truth. It has only caused my pain to grow. The pain grows and never stops. Each time worse then the other. This pain is only ever dealt to me. And I wouldn't wont it dealt on any one else. I don't think anyone else would be able to take the damage. I couldn't live with myself if any one but myself got harmed.

I can never escape the shadows that lurk in every dark corner of the world. The darkness is the source to these shadows. These shadows are the source of my pain. And my pain is the source of my fear. These shadows take shelter inside the darkness where no one can touch them. Even out of the darkness they cant be touched. I am never quite sure what they truly are. All I know is they attack when no one is around. They attack only me... And I don't want it any other way.

I know how people don't believe me. I know all the names they call me. But I didn't think they would do it. I didn't think they would actually send me away. I didn't believe they had no heart. I thought they loved me. I trusted them. But I guess all trust I had has been thrown out the window and sucked up by nothing. I cannot find it in myself to trust anyone. Not even a single soul. What does trust even feel like any more?

All love I have felt once before is gone. I no longer love any one. Not even just brotherly love. Because my brother was one of the ones who sent me away. Love is a feeling I lost weeks ago. Maybe even years. I wouldn't know. Its been so long since I felt any emotion other then fear and pain. All traces of love have flown away into the never ending space. What does love even feel like any more?

Will I ever be remembered? or will I be lost. Lost like every one else in this place. Every one here used to have a home. Used to have a family. Used to have a place where they felt safe. That has been taken away. No one cares for us. They may pretend to care or even pity us from time to time. But no one ever feels anything for us. We are lost, Forgotten, Nothing. Only the lucky ones get visitors. I always turn down any form of socialization. I don't want to hear their stupid sorry's. Their stupid pleads for forgiveness. I just don't need it in my life.

I even got a promotion in this hell hole. Ha yeah right. After a week of living here they didn't trust me with any one, Even myself. They sent me to a room. A room with white all over. A chain connected to the left and right wall. Chains that hold your wrists. A place where your arms are held up by chains but you sit on your legs. You sit in front of the door so they can watch you. I hate it. But if its what they believe is right to do who am I to get in the way?

I am only stuck with my thoughts in this room. No sound ever comes from the outside. Nor can people hear the screams I scream from this room. They shut me in here and turn off the lights at 7 and turn them on at 8. That's 13 hours that the shadows are free. that's 13 hours that I scream for mercy. For any form of help. But I get nothing.

I began giving up. what's the point of trying if no help ever comes? that is all I thought until the day. The day I heard footsteps. I haven't heard footsteps in a year. The sound was almost unknown. Until I was met with a pair of eyes staring at me. A look of horror and shock on them. Then the door started to shake. I didn't know what was happening until I saw the figure in front of me. The one that will free me from my prison. But I didn't know that yet.

Lets go back to where my story started shall we? back before I was locked in a room that would haunt me forever. Back to when it was the early days of my imprisonment...

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