Darkness
I climbed higher and higher.
I wasn’t afraid of falling.
Grasping the next branch,
I pulled my body even further up the rough surface.
Stepping onto each limb,
Hardly large enough to support my weight,
I was hiding,
Hiding from Darkness.
I could feel a rush of cold air run up the tree,
As if I was being submerged in water.
He was also climbing,
Faster than me.
Now I was afraid.
I kept on reaching, pulling, stepping.
My foot slipped and I reached for the nearest branch.
I was balanced again.
The tree seemed to extend forever on.
How long would I be running for?
Then I felt Darkness’s hand wrap around my ankle,
It was ice cold, painfully cold.
Beginning to kick viciously,
I screamed.
I tried to scream,
But nothing came out.
Darkness was killing me.
I was holding on to the branch now,
My fingers unwrapping slowly.
I wouldn’t let go.
Then I saw it,
My savior!
The Sun was rising,
But Darkness wouldn’t let go.
He kept on pulling
And I kept on holding on.
Jut when I had the slightest bit of hope,
The Sun exploded.
Then I woke up.
By: Raquel Pea
