This is my newest story. I just wanted to say, this story has really come from my heart. This is why.

I am depressed.

I am depressed about my life.

I am scared.

I suffer from severe anxiety disorder. I am so scared. All the time. Horror movies flash on TV and scar me for life. I am paranoid, not sleeping at night, I have become an insomniac. It kills me. I know it's not real. But I can't make myself believe that.

In this story you will truly learn about me. I have two halves- Light and Dark- in my head. Light tells me no, Moony, stop believing. Because believing is seeing. Seeing the darkness. Sometimes you need to know what is worth believing.

I believed in fourth grade, in the wrong kind of magic.

I am in sixth grade now, a mere shell of my before self, scared, on the edge. My friends don't understand. In fact, it all started with my friends. Who aren't my friends now, of course.

I need someone to understand. My parents are there for me but I cannot hide in them forever, no matter how many times I run to their room in the middle of the night, how many times I cry and yell I can't leave them.

You might feel sad for me now.

So this story is about my head. Good and Evil.

This story comes from my heart, from my soul.

From the Light and Dark within me.

Light and Dark.

When you sit upon a cliff of existence and wonder how you became this way. Born into light, hatred for the dark. But now you've come all this way and you sit in nothing at all, floating through Time, wondering what happened. Because now you are stuck in the middle.

"The light breaks through the night,
And always will show you,
The way, through the dark."

"Mama." I meow, as she stops her lullaby. My eyelids are heavy with sleep, my body relaxed and solely comfortable, waiting to sleep with peace.

"Yes, my child?"

"I don't want to go to sleep." I mutter. She smiles, a bright, sweet thing. A ray of sunshine.

"But you must. Otherwise you will not enjoy tomorrow." She meows, curling up against me. I wriggle out from her grasp and run to the hole in the stone den, staring out at the navy blue sky.

I breathed in sharply.

"What's out there?" I squeak, as a fluffy tail pulls me backwards and into my nest.

"Nothing to be afraid of. Just..." She trailed off, her green eyes dreamy. "Just what?" I push.

"Darkclan." The name sends shudders up my spine. My mother turns to me, and the glow in her eyes resumes.

"Sleep."