I’ve been staring at the ceiling for hours already.
The silence is deafening and even the softest sounds make me flinch. I can clearly hear my deep breaths… like I’m being chased by something.
I tried to go back to sleep, I started counting sheep but I found myself sobbing when I realized that those white, fluffy creatures became those terrifying, colossal shadows.
I found myself surrounded by those shadows—shadows from my past, my present, and my future.
There are unfamiliar shadows opening the doors for anxiety and welcoming fear—dressed up in what-ifs, could-haves, and should-haves. Those shadows are making me feel small and pushing me to the edge of this cliff pointing out that one wrong move can bring me to my downfall.
And there are familiar shadows reviving the pain, regrets, and hatred; some of them becoming lucid and revealing the faces of monsters.
Those monsters who had no fangs but sucked the life out of me, monsters who had no superpowers yet left an irreparable pain that pushed me at death’s door… monsters whom I gave the benefit of the doubt to and still chose to leave me wounded.
They were wrong; the monsters are not just under our beds, they are not just inside our heads either, they are around us—gaining our trust, smiling at us, only to break and tear us apart along the way.
As I was being devoured, flashing lights seeped through. It’s deafening again—but now, it is the creaking and squeaking wheels, and vague, indistinct voices.
The shadows were slowly drowned by those bright flashes—and one by one, those terrifying, colossal shadows faded into that blinding, white light.
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