Sitting in this dark room it gives me time to think.. Picking up the pen and writing with dark ink. Trying to let your eyes adjust to the darkest of dark its basically black.. but its actually a peaceful place. letting your ears take in what your eyes lack. The pleasant sound of someone laughing... but there is no one in this dark room, no one even near this room just the darkest of gloom... feeling as almost if the darkness is grabbing you or holding you.. A pleasant but uncomfortable hug, the feeling of 4 maybe 5 hands holding you.... But there is no one in this dark room.. Just the ticking of a clock.. a clock that has not worked for years but yet makes that familiar sound to my ears. The tick.....tock....tick.....tock its steady and heavy like the breath thats on my neck. Every hair on my body stands on end, The breath whispers "I knew we would meet again" Reaching next to me for a light of some sort and suddenly the tick tick tock of the clock stops..... Flicking the spark of a lighter and it almost blinds me. Sitting in this room for 4 hours felt like only an hour. My eyes have soaked up this darkness and taken it in. The hairs on my neck feel like they're not a part of my skin. I pick up the pen and jot down some notes.. not being able to even see what i wrote.... Suddenly i hear the sound of foot steps, maybe a woman in heals and a sweet smell of a musky perfume. But there is no one in this room, no one has ever even seen this room. Its just surrounded with the darkest of gloom. I sit and breath. The breaths are almost the sound of music with the beating rhythm of my heart. Not being able to realize if my eyes are open or closed anymore, the darkness only got darker. You see.. There's this game that i play by myself. I lose myself... Some how i regain and find myself... The question is like a cat scratching his nails on a chalk board. Who else is in this dark room? Is it just me by myself? I tell myself that there has to be someone else... I begin to sweat and my skin is crawling from my hairs standing on end... The sound of it is so clear almost like leaves blowing in the wind. Could this be the end? I ask myself again and again.You ever have the feeling, that you're standing on a huge frozen lake and suddenly the ice starts to crack and break,....beneath you. And there is no where to run to? This dark place is a never ending abyss... Im just wondering if i'll be missed. Trying to find hope in a place that doesnt exist. This place is so dark... 10 million suns shining immensely bright still couldnt give this place enough light. I scream and shout "I dont want to be here!!" My alarm breaks this barrier of silence as i roll over and rub my eyelids. A sigh of relief comes to me as i realize it was just a bad dream. As i roll back over there sits a notebook and a pen. As once again every hair stands on end. A few dark words written on the bright white paper. I'll have to wait to tell you later.