Romans & histoires Drowning In The Dark

He sees me smiles and responds mischievously. "No, I'm fine at the moment," I nod and leave even more nervous than when I entered. I walk into the kitchen and into the office, where Pit has another order list in hand. “What's up Nisha?” he asks when he sees my face. “Who is Dark?” I ask, what happens next alarms me. The list falls from her hands and the color in her face vanishes completely, she opens her eyes wide and says in barely a whisper. “Where have you heard that name?” I hesitate for a moment.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

Standing in the dressing room, my hands fidgeting, thinking on whether I should escape or not. I was about to get married to my crush that every girl dreamt of marrying but there was a huge problem. I am just a replacement for his ex-lover and I thought he loved me but nope I was wrong. I regret every second I spent with him. taking a handful of my long wedding dress, I ran towards the escape plan and setup. There was a cab waiting for me outside but a few blocks away. I ran and ran till I reached the cab, not looking back. time to change everything and make this one die.

The man who has snatched the light from my life, it feels like he is here or maybe I am so paranoid that my mind creates an illusion. He always makes me feel that he is not present but I know he is present in the darkness of the house. He owns it, darkness is his slave and he conquers everything with it. I entered the room and quickly switched on the lights. I can hear my own heartbeats as I gulped in fear and my hands started shaking making the water in my bottle tremble with the movements. Never in my life have I thought that I'll be this terrified to enter my own room. It feels tragic.

I couldn't tell when I became weary and slowly drifted off to sleep. " The dark is always comforting, for those who bear great secrets", the familiar voice echoed in the drowning darkness, bringing my senses back to life except for the sense of sight. The voice came again, inside my head, " the dark is always comforting, for those who bear great secrets", and with the force of a descending meteorite, something pulled me down in the darkness, into something that seemed like a pool of water. I gasped for breath but found none, and with each opening of my mouth, I swallowed up at least a bucket of water. I swung my hands in the water, trying to swim my way upwards in the darkness, but it seemed

But this time, it was different. I was drowning, water flooding my lungs as I tried to scream, my dress dragging me down into the dark depths as shadows hovered above the water. Bright lights flashed across my vision like fireworks as my lungs burned. I kicked and clawed at the water in desperation, wishing that I had learned how to swim when I had the chance. But it was too late now. I was going to die.

He walked through the dark night, his hands in his pockets, moving like a night owl. His mind was crowded with thoughts, but he was trying to fight them off. After walking for about 15 minutes, he sat down near the footpath. Eventually, he went into a nearby bar where everyone was dancing. He entered, found a table, and draped his black coat over the chair. He wanted to talk to someone and even took out his phone but then put it away. Although he had never drunk before, tonight he felt the urge to. He signaled the waiter and asked for a glass. When the waiter brought it, he downed it in one gulp.

It seemed to engulf me in it, such that it seemed I was floating. No, not floating but falling, deeper and deeper into a pitch-black night. The darkness pressed in on me from all sides. I wanted to scream but couldn’t find my voice as it felt like invisible hands were on my throat, squeezing tighter as I descended into the dark. In an instant, I was under water, grappling with the water current, reaching desperately for the surface. I heard a muffled voice calling my name from somewhere distant. “Skye…” “Skye.” “Skye!”

I felt a rush of relief flood my senses—until I was pulled back down, the shadows wrapping around my legs like iron chains, dragging me into their suffocating embrace. "N-no!" I screamed, my voice swallowed by the water. The dark whispers echoed around me, cruel and mocking. In the depths of despair, I fought against the darkness, writhing in its grasp. My fingers clawed futilely at the inky depths, but they were far stronger than I. Visions of my friends' faces flooded my mind as I sank deeper, their laughter transforming into haunting echoes that sent chills rippling through me.