Feech's Note: Wow! It's been so long since I've done anything! I feel awful! The reasons are long and complicated so I beg you to not ask and love me anyway. Hopefully, though, this post-et here means I'm going back to my usually posty self! Peaches!
In the DarkThey say to fear the dark is foolish, but they don't know what waits for me after the last lantern has been turned out. Or who.
He comes to me in the middle of the night, after everyone else has gone to sleep. It is of no importance to him whether I am awake or not. But I always am. Then he climbs into my hammock and it begins.
I try to close my eyes and tell myself that it isn't happening—that it is all a horrible dream—but that never works. I can always feel him rocking back and forth on top of me, smell the sweat coming off of his body, hear his grunts and groans. Those sounds will haunt me forever.
Some nights, after he is through with me, I stare into the darkness; with my pistol sitting on my stomach wondering whom it would be easier to turn it on. Him or myself? In the end, my answer is always the same.
More Feech Notes: Nothing special. I'm sitting in my school library and I felt like posting something and this was the shortest thing I had so there you have it. Review me if you like. Merci Cheries!
