Prologue
Darkness.
The absence of light that takes my soul away. The one thing that steals the very breath given to me. The only thing that engulfs my entire state of mind. Along with my body and my control.
All because of this darkness.
They've returned.
The things that live in and on darkness. Alone. Alone they haunt me. These horrible things. These are the inner torments of my soul. The torments are the only things that have escaped the Plutonian Shore. Otherwise known as the "boogie man" or the "monsters under my bed". But known far and wide as "nightmares."
"Nightmares". Ugh, I scoff at the term. "Nightmares". Such a childish title. I hate it. The so-called "nightmares" drag my soul to a shadowy abyss. Keeping me from seeing the light. Freezing me. No, "nightmares" doesn't cut it for me.
Maybe "nighterrors" would work. Medical term, I think. Where a person turns insane. The nighterrors don't visit just during the night in their case. Or just visit at all! Because of these haunting, it be comes everything to they see, think, and hear. Will that happen to me? I am visited by these nighterrors almost every night. Am I losing my sanity little-by-little every horrific visit? When this is all over, will I have any sanity left? Will it ever be over? Or will I just be another psychotic human locked in a marshmallow room eating without forks and knives because I might "hurt myself". Ugh.
What is sanity anyways? Having a healthy mind. Not crazy; rational. I'm rational! But of course everyone has their own definition of sanity. But even the definition of sanity is ignored. The world is full of connotations that people use instead of the real thing. I may be crazy. But I'm not. I'm just as sane as anybody. I have a healthy mind. I am rational. The only thing I'm not is crazy! So how did I end up in this asylum? And or mental institute? Because these horrifying nighterrors got the best of me.
