byodakid

CHAPTER ONE Back then, the light only came every once in a while and stayed ever so briefly. The sound of voices were hardly remembered, only the sound of screaming, such terrible screaming. There was red hot pain, but how was it red hot when the concept of red was never even explained? There was only hurt, and that was understood. That and the dark. The dark never crept, it was only sudden and all powerful. A door slammed and the light bub never turned on, no matter how many times it was pulled and no matter how many times there was crying no one opened the door except to kick and yell more and more. As time progressed the closet opened and