MIA, that was all Dwight knew of the others. No signs of life, no bodies discovered. The police had closed the investigation again and after two attempts he was sure they wouldn't be trying again anytime soon. He was truly alone again. Well, he had Benedict, but that was strictly professional. He was sure he wasn't going to become his therapist's new best friend.

"Why?"

He knew the darkness wouldn't answer him, that no supernatural being was going to give him all the answers to his questions. He had believed there was a God, now he was unsure what kind of beings existed in this world. Maybe researching would do him some good, answer even one of his many questions that kept him up.

It was either that or binge watch Netflix until dawn. Of course, he'd get some sleep, the inevitable crashes coming to drag him into nightmare drenched unconsciousness. Some nights were worse than others. Some he could stomach the dread and shallow the sleeping pills, others he just couldn't do it. Maybe Benedict could prescribe some of those pills that suppress dreams. He'd heard about them but was afraid to ask, fear he'd be wrong and embarrass himself. At this point he didn't care, having too many sleepless or terror filled nights to care about embarrassment.

Tomorrow he had another appointment, scheduled for the usual time. After yesterday's interview, it was the only thing he was looking forward to. He was sure he'd failed miserably. No phone calls were going to come his way. He was thankful he had saved so much money before the abduction. Living in a cheap run down apartment on the sketchy side of town had its advantages. Mainly the cheap part. Not like he would have spent his money on night outs or anything, nothing to use it for besides rent, food, etc.

Dwight let out a prolonged sigh as he sat, staring at the Netflix title screen. All the titles he browsed past bland and unappealing to him, nothing perked his interest. He turned it off, concluding it was a waste of time. Maybe he would try to sleep again tonight, if he was lucky he wouldn't dream.

Following the usual nightly routine, he flicked his bedroom light switch off, plunging the room into pure darkness. The black out curtains doing their job to remove any possible city light that wanted to creep it's way inside. After escaping the horrors of the entity one might try to keep a light nearby, fearing what may lay in wait within the dark. Dwight was no stranger to the dread of night. Having slept with a nightlight well into middle school. Now however the dark served as a comfort, one of his saving graces against the killers. If they couldn't find him, he was safe.

He pulled his comforter over him, cuddling his pillow close. His breathing the only noise beside that of his neighbours. The footsteps and floorboards creaking, something he had adjusted to at this point. a sign of life he appreciates. Something to remind him he was back within society. Though he could do without the intimacy, the walls too thin to block his neighbour's nightly activities.

He reached over to his nightstand, fumbling about the objects and papers scattered across it. Various things getting knocked over as he failed to find what he was looking for. He grunted as he was forced to sit up, propping himself up on his elbow to ease his search. His fingers brushed the tangled cords, curling around them as they had been what he was searching for. He pulled them and grasped the phone they were connected to. He laid back into the mattress, apathetic to the scattered mess that was now his floor.

The moans dimmed as he inserted the earbuds, after fighting to untangle them first. He squinted at the bright light blinding him when he turned it on. Scrolling through his music for something fitting his mood. It played at a high enough volume to drown out external noises and thoughts. His eye lids grew heavy, sleep deprivation beginning to take its toll.

He knew it would take awhile to slip into sleep but, eventuality he drifted off within his small sanctuary. The curtain moving only slightly as a breeze floated by. Without a source of light, no shadow could exist. The blind eye unable to see that which lingered in the dead of night. The neglected corner of the room darker by single a shade.


AN: This chapter is a bit shorter but it seems the next one is making up for it at the rate it's going- I haven't been really writing author notes so far cause I'm not quite sure what to say about this besides the fact I'm really enjoying how this is turning out and I'm really excited to write what I have in store! I have also been busy so no real time to sit and think about what I would write here if at all so you know. I thank a good friend of mine for giving me the therapist!Benedict idea (though I'm taking it in a completely different direction than she did haha).

I also am really thankful towards a certain reviewer, who knows exactly who they are I would think, because they make my day every time!