Elle isn't scared of the dark. She used to be. At night when the darkness took over her room, she would cry. Run to her brother. His arms would wrap around her. Rub soothing circles into her back, until she fell asleep. But now, when the darkness seeps down the walls, and seems to suffocate her. When the darkness claws at her heart, wrapping it's cold fingers around her. She doesn't run to her brother. There is no more brother to run to. He had gone a while ago. There is just darkness. Pure dark. No matter how much light the cheery people seem to shine on her, the darkness stays. Refusing to leave. Refusing to let her go. So no, Elle is not afraid of the dark. But she wishes she was.
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Through the Darkness
Teen Fiction(On Hiatus while I plan out the whole book) Elle isn't scared of the dark. But sometimes, she wishes she was. Elle's life has always been clouded by darkness. It surrounds her on all sides. But as the days carry on, she realizes that maybe, just ma...
