From here out I'll be giving myself chapter challenges/ initiatives! for this chapter, i can only use 100 words >^< yikes!
Sleep was the one thing that was truly scary to y/n.
The thoughts and images that sometimes flew through his mind while his consciousness teetered on the edge of wake and sleep.
Blank faces and thin, spindly hands often reached put from the dark, pulling him in and never letting go.
The demons were always there, whether Y/N liked it or not.
They could never figure out what was wrong with him.
He's got some sort of screw loose somewhere. They just can't find where.
Ah. There's the light of consciousness. Scorching a path through the dreaded black.
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Shadows of my Past
FanfictionWhat defines a shadow? Something that trails after you, unable to be erased? Or something that inevitably looms over you, only fading from existence once its creator does as well? (Discontinued)
