A Stalker's Darkness

| Brixton |

Darkness.

That's all that I see. I try to open my eyes but they feel heavy. So fucking heavy. Like they're cemented shut. Like someone doesn't want me to open them.

Darkness.

Trying to open them feels like trying to lift a school bus full of kids. It's nearly impossible. So I stopped trying, and I lay here, allowing the darkness to swallow me whole like it wanted, cocooning me in its tight grip like a mother does her newborn baby.

Darkness.

Even though I can't seem to open my eyes, I feel warmth on my hand, and a sudden jolt of electricity zaps me, coursing through me at a rapid rate of speed.

It's her.

My little bird is here. I try to squeeze her hand but I can't tell if my grasp is actually working, but I still try. The darkness doesn't even bother me anymore. The fact that she's here is all that matters. We could be in the depths of hell, burning in the flames of the bastards before us, but as long as we're together, I don't give a fuck where we're at. Pain shoots throu