Trapped.

I'm trapped in this nightmare and I can't escape. In my dreams this nightmare haunts me. Even in reality the dark shadows stalk me down every dark street an alleyway.

As I lay in bed every night I grip the covers rightly in my hands. I know if I close my eyes the nightmare will come to haunt me. It'll become reality and I'll be swallowed up in the darkness once again.

I glance around the room with wide eyes. Just wishing, hoping, begging myself to stay awake.

Then it happens.

I fall asleep despite my efforts to stay awake. I'm sitting in a dark room, the only light source from a single candle flickering away. The shadows are dancing around me. The tears well up in my eyes. I don't want them to hurt me again.

Don't let them hurt me.

As the tears trickle down my cheeks, I say the only thing that makes me feel sane in this place. That one name that makes the shadows jump back as the word leaves my lips.

"Phil…"