[This snippet is a bit darker, but not detailed. Just got it from a prompt. Thanks for reading. ~Willow]

Darkness isn’t the only thing to be afraid of.

There’s people. And monsters. And lies. And memories. But that’s not my point.

My point is this:

Sometimes, darkness is your friend.

Hiding your secrets and scars.

Providing a shield. Protection from the staring.

From the watchers. The ones who say slide on their bellies and hiss faulty whispers.

“She was a mother at sixteen.”

“His father abandoned him.”

“The drugs get to her head…and she sees things. People.”

“He’s going to kill himself. Just like his mother.”

Sometimes, darkness is the only thing to not be afraid of.