Ah… heeeelllloooo my lovelies… 'Tis I, iliketocosxgirfan (changed my name). You may know me from my other angst-filled story in the Teen Titans section (Woooorking on it, I promise)
If you don't, that's cool too. Anyways, this is just another random one-shot thing that I figured I might as well post.
~ I don't own anything, really. ~
Many people laughed when they found out.
They giggled behind his back.
They snickered into their palms.
Some of the nicer ones tried to contain their laughter, allowing it out as a soft snort, discreetly covered up as a cough.
The rest of the not-so-nice ones burst into uproarious laughter.
Of course, who could blame them, it was a funny notion; Kevin Levin, Kevin E. Levin… sleeps with the light on. Of all the things in this world and the next to fear, a silly thing such as the dark is pathetic, trivial at best.
Idiots. They didn't get it. They just didn't know. They could laugh because they were blind to the true horrors out there.
Ah... but he knew. Dear god, he knew. Kevin had seen things, heard things, hell; Kevin had done things that make lesser men cry. These things, these, abnormalities in his memory will haunt him as long as he will think.
He'd seen good men and women suffer, either by his hand or someone else's.
Every time he turns off the light, every time he closes his eyes to rest, they are there; waiting, staring, blaming…
He could feel them over him. They grasp at his hair and whisper words of hate into his ears. Even if he thought happy thoughts of fixing cars or fighting aliens, the feeling of multiple people hovering over him was too unnerving.
He would sum up all of his courage, determined not to fear. He would put on a brave face and challenge the fates…
…he would last five minutes, tops. With a sudden lurch, all his courage would fade, and with trembling hands, he would all but slam the light on. Then he would sit, huddled on his bed, wanting to fall asleep, but too afraid to let his guard down. Eventually, inevitably, he drifted to sleep, his thoughts filled with the warm light from the lamp. For the nightmares and terrors wouldn't dare disturb him in the light. He was untouchable when the lamp was on.
He always awoke, just as the sun came up, as soon as his room filled with its warm light, he would flick off the light and go back to sleep.
Aren't I just a little angst-muffin? The ending sucked, sorry. Figured I should at least put something on this site.
This story, overall, could be so much better, you should try. Seriously, I dare you.
~ Thank you for your time, carry on~