#Flash Fiction – What the darkness promised.
Sounds bother me. So does light. It’s a thing you know, a condition. Although I can’t tell you what it’s called. People talking, clicking pens, supermarket lights, neon signs – it all hurts. It feels like needles in my ears and acid on my skin.
I wasn’t always like this. I guess I was normal once upon a time. I must have been normal, right? As a kid, I loved my bed. It was a warm and safe harbour in a dangerous sea. I really loved that feeling you get as you burrow under the covers and drift off into the welcome arms of oblivion. The darkness was my friend. Mornings only brought sharp daggers of unforgiving light and dread. Seething anger, arguments, fear, pain, guilt – waking up was hardly ever a good thing in that home. Sometimes when it got too much, I would make my escape and scurry away like a mouse to find a dark corner to hide. Waiting. Waiting for the fight to end, the shouting to stop or some imaginary person to rescue you me.
So… I hate the light because it brought me nothing but misery. Sanctuary – this is what the darkness promised me.