Darkness Consumes

Chapter One

It was dark all around him was dark, it's not as if it was bad but it was suffocating He couldn't see anything around he but i liked it, He liked that suffocating darkness that loomed over his vision. Then He woke up.

He sat up in his now window lit room as He got up, it was difficult with the darkness of his dreams the screaming of his mind, how no matter how He tried to scream to escape the only thing that could be heard was the ear piercing screaming and scratching so often He wouldn't sleep but when He did He was used to it. When did He stop trying to escape the darkness? He don't know, but what He do know is that He can't escape.

Have you ever just sat in silence? Listening to the small noises around you, observing every little difference. Well that's what I'm doing I'm sitting here In the park listening to the running water of the fountain behind me and peoples footsteps as their shoes tapped against the concrete or the sound of couples giggling at each other. It was peaceful and actually quite calming.

When was the last time I felt happiness or feelings. The answer is before "his" nightmares.

The nightmares or rather suffocating darkness while He slept started about three years ago, since then He hasn't seen his brother smile or laugh or feel any emotion at all actually, he thinks He's broken like He's insane, but He's not. The clawing the screaming it's real all of it and no one can convince him it's not, not his therapist, not his brother not even himself. Believe me He's tried, He thought maybe if He could convince himself  they weren't real He forget about them and the clawing would go away the screaming would go away, the suffocating feeling would go away And finally the blackness, the darkness would go away.

Although He had tried, his therapist has tried but nothing works, He refuses to take pills his emotions are unbalanced. Sometimes He'll start crying or laughing randomly or He'll  get angry, but He's not insane He's just "different."

When did it come clear to me my brother wasn't going to recover? About two years ago he started yelling saying he couldn't escape until "it" let him, I tried to ask who "it" was but only got the answer "I can't tell you" it irritated me to see him like this but I realized that nobody was going to be able to help him not even himself. When I finally stood up from my spot on the fountain I was deep into thought and not really paying attention to where I was going well that is until I bumped into something rather someone. I looked up blinking to see a man standing directly in front of me.