A/N: written: June 2012
edited: August 21, 2013
I don't own anything!

You tell yourself that you are not afraid

After all, it is not the first time that you are alone in a dark, abandoned building

Shadows sweeping, cloaking, watching, reaching

So you have experience on your side

But the silence is stifling, and you choke on it

But the darkness is smothering, and you thrash in it

But his smile is lurking, and you hate it, hate that sharp flash of white in the black

You tell yourself that you are not afraid

But you know and he knows

That it isn't true.