Shadowblade
01-06-2007, 12:37 PM
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Silence smiled coyly in the shadowed room as the small boy stared at the wall, exhausted and exhilerated. Something returned his gaze from the dark, he knew, but what exactly...? He couldn't guess. He felt the thing, though; its breath synchronized with his, its every inhalation mirror to his own. Even their hearts, he felt, beat as one, his quickened from fear, maybe its, in anticipation.
"Leave me alone..." the boy whimpered, his own dark eyes peeking out from behind the safety of his comforter. It was a Donald Duck print, and the boy already knew he couldn't count on that character to save the day. The duck was every bit as cowardly as himself.
If the night heard the boy's plea, though, it cared little, allowing him to sip the silence that trickled slowly into the room along with the dark. No moon tonight, to peek through thick windows and cast light on nightmares. The shadows ran free and played in the boy's domain, creating phantasmal shapes, dark spirits. Although his heart quickened, he was too tired to show it outwardly. Fear had been his parasite, consuming greedily until there was nothing.
Extreme alchuphobia
They were two words he had heard countless times in his life, raised with like siblings, and soon, he felt they'd be his epitaph. How could he face what no one believed in?
It was the unknown monster, the dark.
"I-I said, leave me alone," the boy said again with less strength, hugging his knees to his chest now. The room had gotten chilly, and the shadows crept slyly across the walls. Time itself seemed to trail behind them.
Perhaps it would finally take him.
The thought slid briefly across his mind, and a strange, wild mixture of fear and glee made him giggle as he hugged himself tighter, his grin widening into a chasm. The dark approached, and his laugh began to bounce madly off the walls. Fear seemed to press down on him, hot and stifling. Still he laughed, unable to stop.
Then, light.
The dark retreated, and the boy shuddered violently, burying his face in his knees. His body continued to vibrate as the fear that invaded before refused to relinquish its seat. Two women, each clad in the medical outfits that always seemed to him impossibly white, rushed to his bed in equal fashion.
"Shhhh," the large one soothed, immediately pulling him into the safety of her bulk. "You just had another one of your bad dreams, okay? It's okay now." She then turned on the other nurse, voice cool by eyes afire. "His light is never to be off, do you understand?"
The thin nurse nodded, eyes to the floor. She had forgotten and turned the light off in habit. The large one rocked him back and forth like an infant, her voice calm and cool and gentle. And the boy with no tears simply let her. His arms dangled on his sides as if he was a puppet, and indeed, his eyes were as blank as any's.
Still, he smiled, albeit slightly. A portion of the dark remained, in the corner, as if keeping watch of him, and if he really listened, he could hear it sigh his name. And that's how he knew he wasn't sick, like they always said to him with those same, sad eyes. The dark was real and he smiled, because in it, he saw futility.
Silence smiled coyly in the shadowed room as the small boy stared at the wall, exhausted and exhilerated. Something returned his gaze from the dark, he knew, but what exactly...? He couldn't guess. He felt the thing, though; its breath synchronized with his, its every inhalation mirror to his own. Even their hearts, he felt, beat as one, his quickened from fear, maybe its, in anticipation.
"Leave me alone..." the boy whimpered, his own dark eyes peeking out from behind the safety of his comforter. It was a Donald Duck print, and the boy already knew he couldn't count on that character to save the day. The duck was every bit as cowardly as himself.
If the night heard the boy's plea, though, it cared little, allowing him to sip the silence that trickled slowly into the room along with the dark. No moon tonight, to peek through thick windows and cast light on nightmares. The shadows ran free and played in the boy's domain, creating phantasmal shapes, dark spirits. Although his heart quickened, he was too tired to show it outwardly. Fear had been his parasite, consuming greedily until there was nothing.
Extreme alchuphobia
They were two words he had heard countless times in his life, raised with like siblings, and soon, he felt they'd be his epitaph. How could he face what no one believed in?
It was the unknown monster, the dark.
"I-I said, leave me alone," the boy said again with less strength, hugging his knees to his chest now. The room had gotten chilly, and the shadows crept slyly across the walls. Time itself seemed to trail behind them.
Perhaps it would finally take him.
The thought slid briefly across his mind, and a strange, wild mixture of fear and glee made him giggle as he hugged himself tighter, his grin widening into a chasm. The dark approached, and his laugh began to bounce madly off the walls. Fear seemed to press down on him, hot and stifling. Still he laughed, unable to stop.
Then, light.
The dark retreated, and the boy shuddered violently, burying his face in his knees. His body continued to vibrate as the fear that invaded before refused to relinquish its seat. Two women, each clad in the medical outfits that always seemed to him impossibly white, rushed to his bed in equal fashion.
"Shhhh," the large one soothed, immediately pulling him into the safety of her bulk. "You just had another one of your bad dreams, okay? It's okay now." She then turned on the other nurse, voice cool by eyes afire. "His light is never to be off, do you understand?"
The thin nurse nodded, eyes to the floor. She had forgotten and turned the light off in habit. The large one rocked him back and forth like an infant, her voice calm and cool and gentle. And the boy with no tears simply let her. His arms dangled on his sides as if he was a puppet, and indeed, his eyes were as blank as any's.
Still, he smiled, albeit slightly. A portion of the dark remained, in the corner, as if keeping watch of him, and if he really listened, he could hear it sigh his name. And that's how he knew he wasn't sick, like they always said to him with those same, sad eyes. The dark was real and he smiled, because in it, he saw futility.