When you're sitting alone in your room with just music playing, no lights on- just music playing softly in the back ground while you think. What is around you when you're thinking? Some may say that it's just a dark room. Well its darkness, true darkness. About an hour ago someone would have turned out the light and went to bed- well...tried to go to bed. There were still street lights on but they started bugging that person's eyes so they closed the shade. There are no lights around that person sitting on their bed now. Now the person is sitting there on the bed. The music played softly in the background as they sat there, a soft drum beating. Soon their heart matched the beating of the drum. Now all that the darkness had to do was start to swallow that person up. They were being dragged into a black hole and all they could do was listened to the beating of the drum. Now the person's breathing became fast and short, anyone could tell they were panicking. Some may ask why? Why would a person be afraid of darkness? Their heart is racing now; they can't answer your question. Yet I can answer it for them. They are not afraid of the darkness- they are afraid of what is hiding inside of it. Remember the story about the monsters under the bed or in the closet your friends joked about when you were little? Well, the people who sit alone in the darkness think that those monsters are real. Although in this version of the story the monsters live inside the person's head, they attack the poor person when the darkness swallows them up. They tell them self that they're okay and that everything has to get better in the end but does it really ever get better for them? Try to answer it for them, does life get better? Will the names and pointed fingers stop tomorrow at school or will they continue to haunt that poor person trapped in the darkness? Now that person is screaming yet nobody hears them. Tears begin to stream down the person's face; the monsters in their head are winning. Soon that person will be asleep, after about two hours of crying they will fall asleep and wake up tomorrow as if nothing ever happened. They will smile and laugh, wearing the most beautiful mask you have ever seen….a fake one. Now they lay in the darkness, alone- Waiting for the next night to come so that it can happen all over again. That drum beat will one day die out but for now, it plays in the darkness.