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.
