Oblivion
He fought it with the power of a man possessed. He bit and clawed and screamed, raging against the darkness, raging against the night. They wouldn't get him. No matter how many times they told him it wouldn't hurt, told him it would be ok, he wouldn't believe it. Lies, lies from all of them. They didn't understand, and he would not go, would not let the darkness overwhelm him. He would not give in. He would not feel the oblivion.
No one could make him submit into the cruel paralyzing darkness.
They couldn't make him. And he fought against their voices, hands shaking as he clutched his lifeline, the one thing that could save him from the darkness.
"Donnie, put down the coffee and just go to bed!"
