The Room

She's stuck in the room
In the dark
Her heart rate creeping higher as the darkness comes closer
Mystified she is, but scared of the unknown
Curiosity takes it toll, and she reaches out her small hand into the void of nothing and everything
The darkness was hungry for another person, thirsty for the fear of a young soul
It gratefully takes her hand, poisoning it a dark evil colour.
She can feel an unwelcome sensation spreading through her arm
Darkness leaks into blood vessels and muscles, into brain thoughts and memories
It snakes its way into her mind, heart and life.
Now the girl isn't just in the dark room but feels as though she is a dark room, her whole being filled with nothing and everything.
cut, it whispers, cryyy
drink, it says, dieee
But in order to keep herself from slipping into those ways, she leaves her life behind, shedding her old self as a snakes sheds its skin, leaving her true self, the way the darkness intended
She pushes away from people so she doesn't hurt them more than she has to.
Still, within herself she is hurting, hating herself for ever being so foolish as to wager with the devil dark

And now, after she's fought her last fight,
there is only darkness left in the room

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