Friday, June 5th

Today, he limped to his room and locked the door twice, just to make sure that it wouldn't get to him anymore.

It, was the storm.

They said it was calm before the storm comes.

Well, they are perfectly right, and he couldn't agree more with that statement.

The storm is really worse today, more than any other day.

He quickly glances to the closed curtain.

Surely, it wouldn't be there, right? It's really late after all.

But just to make sure his thought is right, he took a peek outside.

The moon is shielded by the black clouds.

The night being dark as ever.

He winced while trying to reach his bed, and forcing himself really hard to fall asleep.

He tried to ignore everything else, despite the clear warm tears on his cheeks.

That night, he had a dream about darkness.

Everything is pitch black, and nothing more.

Just black and nothing.

It was a nightmare