Daylight slowly engulfed by the rage of the dark skies. The stars are in hiding from the tyranny of the evil of the night. This is a deathly moment for me. It decides if I would live to see the next day.

Alone In my apartment, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst, survival is the only rational thing on my mind now.

Heading to my room with a knife in my hands, I envelope myself with the cloak of self-pity.

It is the only thing that can keep me safe from the horrors of the dark in human form.

I hide it under my pillow, holding on it as if it is a saviour who will redeem me from my iniquities.

The sky rumbled and rain pours in heavy torrents. It is a blessing to others but a desperate moment of almost grief for me and no one understands me.

My friends are gone; I am hanging on the tiny piece of tread of my sanity.

Drifting into a deep and dark slumber, I hear footsteps beneath me. I am awakened by a jolt of fear in my spine. The shadows in front of me dance and twirl round my consciousness.

This is not real, I keep chanting. Eyes closed, hands clutching to the knife like a rosary.

The footsteps get closer buy each swing of the mental pendulum in my head and I am aware of the terror teasing me.

It is coming clear and I can see the shadow at my door. It is here for me. I clutch tighter to the knife. The raindrops dancing to the beat of my heart becomes louder and a cry for help would be a scream into the void, emptiness, none existent.

Walking towards my door, I am ready for this. Months of restlessness and it is time for it to consume me. I succumb to the evil lurking in the dark, enough of fighting darkness; it is time to embrace it.

Turning the knob, which can pull me into the dark, never letting me see, a new dawn, I mustered all the strength I could, ready to face my doom.

Emptiness shone in the hallway, the quiet trailing into the night. It was all in my head, a glimpse that is ruining my vision and existence.

Taking a deep sigh, I pick up my sleeping pills, the one friend to help me pass the night with no fear.

I turn to my bed, relishing in its warmth and comfort. Paranoia still seeping in, it is all in my head but nothing is as important as the knife under my pillow.