control ;; phan

speak

dan helped me
to my feet as we
made our way
out of the flat;
away from where
pj would return to.
the sky was still
an inky, black colour,
with a faint orange
glow caused by the
street lights.
the darkness scared me,
in all honesty.
it was like taking a dip
into the unknown.
darkness was filled
with uncertainties;
with fear;
with anger;
with nothing.
it was nearing five
in the morning by
the time we had made
it to dan's flat.
he hadn't said a word
to me since he had
revealed what had
happened to him,
despite me asking
him numerous times.
he'd held my hand
the entire way though,
making sure i was still
okay – a slight squeeze
ensuring that he was
still here with me and
reminding me that
i wasn't alone.
it was only after we
had sat down in his
living room with the
fireplace emitting a
warm glow around the
room, cups of tea in hand,
that he decided to speak.
"so what do you want
to know, phil?"