Conversations with my younger selfIt's dark.Conversations with my younger self by SilveressBelle
Much darker than the grey shades of twilight in her room and she scrambles up with frightened rapidity, looking around with a tear-stained face. Her eyes are wide like saucers, but she can't see anything; it's just black.
She rubs her arm over her eyes, trying to muffle her fading sobs.
Last she remembered, she was lying on her bed, crying into the belly of her favourite bear, cursing the world and blaming herself. Now she's here, god knows where with no idew how she got here or, more importantly, how she's supposed to get home.
Suddenly, a light turns on, blinding her. It's a spotlight, focussed on her and she's suddenly ten times more frightened than she was a few moments ago, blanketed in the shadows.
She shuffles with her feet, glancing around awkwardly, not knowing what she's supposed to do. She wants to run and keep running until she's far away from the light that's focussing on her, but she's hesitant to shroud herself in darkness again.
She rubs at her nose and her h