So I left, just like that, taking only the bare necessities. Nothing but four days of food (thinking I could replenish my stocks when I got there), a seccond set of clothes, an old moth bitten blanket and my equally rugged, ironicly named scotty dog; Tulip. Sam baught him off a travelling sales man as a pup for my twenty-fourth birthday. Now, a fair few years on, he was a black and grey poop machine that I couldn't bare to leave behind.
With Tulip at my side, I walked for around 7 hours, stopping for food every now and again. The night was the part I was most dreading, being cursed with a severe phobia of the dark. As the sun sank in the west I lay down to try and sleep before black would envelop me completely. Even in the semi darkness I felt the presence just beyond the edge of a clump of trees. I actually did manage to get to sleep, curled up in a ball holding Tulip close.
It was around two ond thirty when I woke, shrouded in pitch black darkness. I couldn't see my hand infront of my face, and it terrified me. The terror bubbled up in my chest. Anything could've been looming over me as I huddled into my blanket with Tulip snoring on my lap. It should have soothed me but it didn't, nothing would.
That's when I snapped. I stood up so abruptly that Tulip fell with a confused yelp, and continued to do so as I zigzagged through the trees. I didn't know where I was going just that I needed somewhere less... dark. Minutes went passed like hours, as I sprinted through the gloom, tears streaming down my scarlet cheaks. Finally gave in, leaving me crumpled and utterly lost. I let the horror overwealm me then proceeded to howl into the unforgiving night.
"Elsie? Elsie? Is that you?" urged a familier voice from close by. It was Sam. I cold just make out his form about a foot to the right. "SAM? Oh god" I sobbed into his chest as he cradled me like a child. "Naw, don't cry no more. I got you. I got you..."
I hope you enjoyed that chapter as it was hard to write because I suffer from that phobia , REVIEW!
