So, I decided to have a really long one to pay for yesterday's  short one. I can't wait until tomorrow. A lot of people at my school hate this one teacher (I think I mentioned her before) but she and I are friends and she takes me talk these cool things and her daughter is my friend and YESSSSS! FRIENDSHIP. Enjoy!

Ever since you were a child, you had a strange connection to the darkness. From the very beginning, you were attracted to it. But not in the type of way where you would just hide all day in a dark corner. You were just happy when nightfall came and everything was pitch black, you were happy when all you could see was the dim light of the stars, and you were happy when Him visited.

When you were five, you had finally gotten to the age where you should've been scared of the dark. Should've. Your parents gave you a nightlight and a flashlight just in case you ever got scared. But you never did. You would always turn off the nightlight, seeking absolute darkness and just close your eyes. Your parents were confused by this but brushed it off thinking you were a brave child.

The first night you had to sleep alone, you were scared. The door was closed in your dark room, closet left ajar just enough for your imagination to take over. You hid under your blanket scared out of your mind. You wished it would just be morning already but was to scared to look. You wanted to run to your parents room but the fear of monsters under your bed took that craving away.

That is, until Him came.

As you continued to cry, knees pulled up to your chest and hands pressed over your eyes, you felt a strange presence in the room. There was a feeling in the air that had not been there before. Your tears slowly stopped and you looked up. Your eyes searched around the room for the cause of the eery feeling. But there was none. Instead, a warm feeling over took you and you laid your head down. Your closed your eyes, still feeling the loneliness but it soon fell away. Your hand, that hung over the edge of the bed, was now being grasped by something cold. But it wasn't a cold that made you pull your hand back, it was a warm cold that welcomed you.

It was Him.

Since then, you were no longer afraid of the dark. You would anxiously await your 'bedtime' so you could see Him. He was your new friend. You decided not to tell your parents about Him, seeing that they might be afraid since you had been afraid the first time you saw him.

It was a stormy night, thunder boomed every few minutes, lightning danced around the sky, and the wind howled loudly. The soft pitterpattering of raindrops hitting against the window in your room, filled the silence as you sat there. Every time the lightning would strike and the thunder rumbled, you would jump and hide yourself deep under your blanket. Suddenly, the presence was back in the room again.

"Him?" You whispered from under the blanket. You knew it was Him but you loved the sound of his voice and you were dying to see the face that held the voice. "Him?" You asked more panicked. "Is that you?"

"Yes, my sweet one." His deep alluring voice sounded through the air. You felt the cold touch on your head, through the blanket. A small smiled found its way on your face as you pulled the blanket away from you. The smile faded once you saw what was touching you.

It was literally darkness. A black, darker than black, thing shaped into human form was sitting on the edge of the bed. It had no face and was wearing a black suit that matched his 'skin' perfectly.

You cowered under your blanket and let out a small whimper. The presence soon left and you peaked from under the blankets.

"Him?" You whispered again but this time, there was no reply.

Since then, you've gotten used to the way he looked. You actually found him really cool. You were becoming even more anxious for nightime, seeing as that was the only time he would come out.

Your birthday was coming up and you couldn't wait to tell Him.

"I'm turning six!" You whispered excitedly, not wanting to wake your parents. There he sat, as always, on the end of your bed. His blank face shows no emotion yet you could tell he was excited.

"That is great." He simply stated. You scooted closer to him, looking at him mysteriously.

"When is your birthday?" He looked down at you and paused.

"Well, I don't know. Since the beginning of time, I guess." You were confused and wouldn't take that for an answer.

"How about we celebrate your birthday on my birthday?" You didn't wait for his answer. "We could have a party!" You jumped of the bed and did a little jig. "We could dance and play games! I'll even buy you a birthday present and you could get me one!" He simply couldn't say no to your excitement, so he nodded.

"Of course, we can. Now," - he opened the covers so you could crawl back in - "go to sleep so I can plan for the party." You did as you were told, but before he could disappear, you quickly wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek like you had seen a girl do to a boy in a movie. He was very surprised by your actions and didn't respond. But that didn't bother you. You curled back under the covers and closed your eyes.

"Goodnight, Him." You smiled and was a bit surprised when he answered.

"Goodnight, (y/n)."

It was now your birthday night. You had already celebrated the day with your parents but now it was time to spend it with Him. You giggled to yourself as your parents tucked you in. They both gave you a kiss on the forehead then left. Once you heard their door close, you jumped from your bed and get an setting up your room with decorations you had made the day before.  You tried to make balloons and streamers and you taped them to the wall. You knew he would be arriving at any moment so you hid under your bed to surprise Him.

A few minutes later, you had felt this presence.

"(Y/n)," he called in fake fear. He knew where you were but thought it would be alright to play along.  "(Y/n)!" He called again and you jumped from under the bed.

"Surprise!" You whisper yelled. He mocked fake shock and placed a hand over where his mouth should have been.

"(Y/n)? Oh, wow, this is so amazing." He looked around the room with marvel and you ran up to hug Him. He had gotten used to your hugs and sometimes even hugged back.

"Happy birthday." You smiled and pulled away to go into the closet. That was where you had your present for Him. You pulled out the horribly wrapped present and handed it to him.

"For me?" He questioned but took a hold of it in his hands. You giggled and bounced up and down.

"Yep, and I made it myself." You could feel him smile evennthough he had no mouth. He sat criss crossed on the floor and you did the same eagerly waiting. He gently pulled at the tape causing you to groan.

"What?" He asked and you narrow you eyes.

"You're supposed to tear it open! You can't just do it like that."

"You mean, like this?" He tore it and you nodded excitedly.

"Exactly." After he finished with all the tearing you could hear him gasp.

"(Y/n), my sweet one, this is amazing." He stared at the picture you had drew of the two of you with awe. No one had ever drawn him a picture.

"Look, there's you," you pointed to the one person you made from black crayon. "And there's me." You pointed to yourself.

"Thank you, (y/n), now," he clapped his hands softly. "I guess it's time for your present." You nodded excitedly as he reached into the inside of his suit and pulled out a small box. You gently grabbed it and opened. You gasped at the sight.

"It's beautiful." It was a necklace with a black pendent. Prettiest thing you had ever seen and you weren't too disappointed that it wasn't a toy because you had gotten many others earlier that day.

Years past and you were now in the seventh grade. He still visited you every night and you still wore the necklace everyday. But, now that you were older, you wanted to talk about different things than the latest episode of Dora. You wanted to talk about someone.

He laid on his back against your new queen sized bed. Your room had been remodeled but not much of a difference than posters that hung on your walls. You laid next to Him, hands rested under your head as you listened to the shouting that was coming from the room up the hall from  yours.

"They're fighting again." You whispered feeling the pit in your stomach that you did every time your parents fought.

"Don't worry, (y/n)," he spoke softly. "I'm sure they'll stop soon." You nodded but still didn't beleive it. He knew just the way to cheer you up. "How's that little 'someone' of yours?" Your cheek blushed a bright red but you knew he couldn't see it.

"You mean, Nate?" He nodded. "He's doing great but still hasn't talk to me since Monday." You pouted slightly, noticing it was Thursday already.

"Hmm, well, if he doesn't  talk to you again, I could go to his house, give him a little scare." A small giggle escaped from your mouth as you playfully pushed him.

"Don't so that! He'll only get creeped out and not talk to me even more!"

Nate did talk to you again and your parents shouts eventually seceded. The house, you lived in, was now silent except for the occasional sob from your mother.

Him appeared in your room only to notice that you weren't there. He brushed it off, thinking you were at a sleepover or something. But, in the back of his mind, he knew you would tell him if you were going to a sleepover.

He visited the next night, and the night after that, and the night after that, but you still weren't there. Worry had begun to stir in the poor heart of Him and he sat on your bed hoping you would be here the next night.

You were still gone and it been a little bit under a month. Him was now full on worried about you and tried to figure out where you were. You hadn't been to your house since then and he was sick to the thought that you might be gone.

But, you came back. It was a full month later and you sighed while sitting on the your bed. You fiddled with the edge of your blanket.

"Him?" You whispered hoping he would appear like he had always done. "Him?" You whispered again, a little louder. There he appeared, faceless as always, but you could feel the relief flowing off of him.

He sat on the edge of the bed, not even looking at you. Tears filled your eyes as you pulled your knees up to your chest.  The pain of it all had been weighing down on your thin structure and was soon, bound to break.

"Where were you?" He asked and you sniffled a little bit.

"M-my  mom and dad. Th-th-they  split and I had to stay with my dad for a bit."

He then did something you never would have expected him to do. He engulfed you in a hug. You were surprised since you were always the one to give the hugs, but you relaxed and let the tears fall down. You let everything out, ever little thing from school to parents, from parents to friends, just every little thing that was bugging you.

You turned off the light after a long night of studying. You sighed to yourself thinking about the time you thought eleventh grade was going to be a piece of cake. But now that you're living it, you wish you could go back in time. Things were especially harder since you went to your dad's house for one month and your mom's the other. You had different schoolwork for different teachers, different projects due on different days, and different friends that wanted to do things on the same day. All you wanted to do, right  now, was go to sleep and never wake up. So, you laid on your bed, not bothering to change into your pajamas, and you were out like a light.

Little did you know, Him had just appeared since you finally turned out the light. He was sad because, lately, that's all you've been doing. Sleep, school, eat, repeat. Everyday it was the same thing and now you barely   had time for Him. But he understood.

With a sigh, he pulled the blanket over your body, brushed the hair out of your face, and paused. He wondered what he was doing. He wondered why he began to care for you in the beginning and why you cared back for him. He pondered these things til the sun rose in the morning and then he disappeared.

It was finally Friday night. The end of the week, freedom, the weekend, whatever you liked to call it. It was finally the time you had to spend with Him. Or so he thought. But you didn't come home until 2 am. You stumbled into your  room and laid flat on the bed. Him stared at you, but didn't make himself visible. He knew that you were drifting away from him and he knew that it would come to happen at some point. He just didn't expect it to happen so soon.

"Him?" He thoughts were broke by the sound of your voice. He then made himself visible but didn't come close. He stayed in the corner if the room while you raised an eyebrow at him. You were confused by this, he would usually make himself comfortable on the bed, but not tonight.

"What's wrong?" You asked feeling the rising tension. You could feel his attitude change as his fist tightened at his side.

"There's nothing wrong with me, I'd say there's something wrong with you." You were shocked by his harsh words and slightly hurt. You stood up, hands on your hips, and glared at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you haven't been talking to me lately! You've been blocking me out! Cutting me off! And I don't like it." You scoffed.

"Okay, first of all, what gives you the right to come and speak to me like that? And second of all, I haven't been cutting you off! Oh, I'm sorry I've been having a bunch of schoolwork and problems." He took a step forward.

"That's the thing!" He gestured wildly. "You're supposed to come to me with your problems! You're supposed to ask me for help! You're supposed to come to me first before you go off with your other friends!" Silence. No one spoke and you two just stood there. You, shocked by what he had just said, and Him, feeling guilty for the tone of his voice and the way he said it.

"I-I-" you stuttered trying to find the words to speak but he cut you off.

"No, I'm sorry, I must get going." And he disappeared before you could say or do anything. You walked over to your bed, feeling guilty and horrible. For, he was right. You should've been going to him first with the problems and not treating Him as if he were nothing.

You smiled brightly at your mother/father (yourchoice) as she/he helped carry your boxes into the dorm room. Groups of other new 'adults' passed by and you smiled at them. You guided your mother/father to your new dorm room and opened the door. She/he dropped the stuff on the ground and sighed.

"Oh, my gosh! You have to walk up all those stairs?" She/he sat next to you on the bed.

"There's an elevator, mom/dad." She/he gasped and sent you a playful glare.

"So, you made me walk up all those stairs for no reason? Shame on you." You laughed and laid your head back on your new bed. You were worried, at first,  about moving in with the college because of the two person rooms. It would be harder to talk to Him if there was somebody else listening. But you were excited to hear that you could request a one person room. You got some questioning from your parents but they didn't really care as long as you were happy.

You said your goodbyes and your mom/dad left for the last time. You would have to go four whole years without seeing them, besides breaks, and survive. You weren't sure if you could. Anyway, you began decorating your new room in excitement.

"So," you spun around in your room gesturing all around.  "How do you like it?" He shrugged but you could tell he was satisfied.

"It's nice, but I don't exactly like these." He held the flap of one of your (favorite boyband) posters between his fingers. You chuckled and pulled his hand away.

"Oh, come on, but seriously. Do you think it looks nice?" He nodded.

"It screams (y/n), so yeah, I love it." Your grinned and laid back on the bed. He laid beside you. "So, do you think your ready?"

"For what? The parties or the schoolwork?" You could hear him chuckle.

"Both, you are now entering adulthood, (y/n). I've seen so many people do this and some  didn't even make it through." You nervously bit your lip but nodded.

"I hope so."

You walked into the dorm room, tears in your eyes. You sniffled and wiped the tear and mascara mixture from your cheeks as you laid back on the bed. You suddenly felt the warm yet ever so cold presence fill the room. Him rushed over to your side.

"What's wrong, (y/n)?" You sniffled trying to get the nerve up to speak.

"B-B-B-Brandon and I got into a fight. He said I was a liar and a bunch of other bad words." You felt Him ' s muscles tense and you could feel the anger radiating off of him.

"I'm gonna kill him." You shook your head rapidly.

"Don't, it's fine." He shook his head while pulling away from you.

"It's not fine! He called you a bunch of words and things you should never say, especially not to a wonderful like you. He doesn't even deserve you. He needs his head, like, shoved in a toilet or something." You couldn't help but giggle at the idea. Him noticed this and you could feel him smile.

"I broke up with him." You stated. "Once he said those things, I knew he wasn't the one."

"That's great, (y/n)," he slightly jumped. "I knew you were smart."

You were running down the stairs of the church with your newly wedded husband. It was the deductible if night and not a sound was heard except from the cheers of the people you had invited to the wedding. Nate(remember him?) pulled you into the limo with a large grin. You waved to the people from the window but there was one person you waved to. He was in the way back and you could feel him smile. You waved at Him.

You sat on the cold wood bench slowly rocking back and forth. No one was really out and it was nearly pitchblack. But you smiled, enjoying the dark like you always had. Your wrinkled fingers wrapped perfectly together within eachother and you sighed with content. Sure, you were alone, but you weren't really alone. Nate had passed a few months ago and you were left a widow. You children came to visit you often along with their children. You never thought you would live this long and yet you felt the sweet presence once again.

"Him," you wondered aloud. "Do you still love me?"

"Of course, my sweet one, and I always will."

So there you sat. With the man that was darker than black in a suit that perfectly matched.