Seriously short piece of drabble – it just came to me and I had to post it.
"I was always afraid of the dark." She said quietly, as she lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, her head resting on her arm. It was night, yet no light had been switched on – what need had they for light, when they could see in the dark?
He shifted beside her so he could look at her face but she did not turn to meet his gaze.
"I would lie in my bed after my mother turned out the light, too scared to move as the darkness swamped me, and each morning, as I awoke to the sunlight streaming into the room knew it was only a matter of time before the darkness consumed me again. I remember thinking once, that if there was a hell, it would not be full of fire as the priests would have us believe, but eternally dark. Yet now, as I live in my own personal hell, even the comforting fear of darkness is denied to me.
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