Mister Darkness

I sit here and wait. Unable to make plans. Waiting for him to come. It saddens me to have given so much power to him. Unable to move, unable to breathe. Just sit and wait. When he finally comes to see me, I am not thinking of him, I am enjoying my life with friends, having experiences not centered around him. He comes like a monster in the night. Hand over my mouth, arms contained against my body. Taken into the darkness. I can't see his face, I just feel his presence behind me. Dragging me. It's as if the lights in the whole world turn out. All you can feel is the fear. You can only hope for an ending soon. The darkness is so thick and pressure so great that any feelings of relief or escape are non-existent. I feel like I am beneath the ground, already in my tomb with only the sounds of the outside world fading in and out. Taunting me, reminding me of what I am not a part of or what I cannot see. He eventually loosens his grip. I think this is a fun for him. He gets off on knowing how he can affect me. He is sick. He is a demon. When he lets me go finally, I am pushed back into the world, into the light, blinded and confused. But instead of a relief that should wash over me there is only dread for the next time he decides to visit me.