If I can’t even feel safe in my own house, where am I going to be safe ? I hear footsteps crawling around the floorboards, I see doors slamming open and shut, and screams calling out to the pain they once held as close to them as I hold the blankets to my skin in protection. When I see the shadow of the lost soul standing right there all I can think of is you. I want to hear your voice, touch your skin, feel your lips on mine. I want to talk to you, have you here protecting me, and it’s not the fact that there’s a demon looking right at me. Eyes piercing through the very core of me, and hands reaching out to pull me into the firey hell it calls  home, but the fact that you’re so far away.

I want to be able to have your arms wrapped around me, protecting me like the little girl I really am. The meer shriel of evil that lurks upon my house, the tapping that irratates the heart of my mind, the shuttering of windows and doors that make my chest jump. I can’t breathe, knowing that I’m alone. With no one else to experience it. But when I really think. What is there to be afraid of ? Getting killed, seeing something that’s not really there, being alone with this creature of the darkness, or knowing that I have no one to prove this to ?

I want to know I’m safe. I want to be safe, without having in the back of my mind that someone, anyone could be watching me, looking at me, lying with me, sitting with me, talking to me, or breathing on me while I lay in my bed, sheets covered over me and dreaming of the impossible.