Kuroshitsuji: Plutox(M)Reader 6, Nightmares

The scary thing about the dark is that your primary sense is forced away.  It would be different if it were light, and you were forced to use your ears to, say, find your opponent.  But eyesight is still there.  In the dark, it isn't even an option.  And it feels so sickeningly awful and helpless and defenseless...  So very exposing.

That's what I feel.

It surrounds me, hugging me like a cloak, like a heavy liquid, suffocating and silent.  I can't see anything through this thick black.  I can't feel anything except burning hot.  But sounds- small whispers and faint scratchings- pummel my straining ears.  I'm so alone...  Even with the sounds of calm whispering voicesI know I am by myself.  I want so desperately for that to be changed, so I listen hard.  As soon as I heard what they say, I want to erase it.

Slit your throat.

You are weak.

You are useless.

Your parents hate you.

You mean nothing to anyone.

The world does not want you.

Nothing can save you.

And I believed those words.  Despair was looking pretty darn good right now.

Suddenly I'm kneeling down, and the only thing I'm aware of is my freezing hands gripping my head and my screaming.  Hot sticky tears have dried on my face.  It's so hot...  I manage to quiet my crying to look around.  The room seems to be made of darkness. Different shades of dark coat the walls, so that one side of the room is a grey and the other is the same black I had struggled in before.

At the dark side, to my left, is a short-ish man in a suit, grey and black like the walls.  In the dim light all I can see of his face is stubble and short-cut hair.

And now the scene changes and I'm in the complete darkness again.  Instead of just the heat I feel kicks, punches, bites from all sides of me.  The smell of blood is heavy in the air.  Pain rockets into my body with each touch.  I curl into a ball and the same sticky tears make their way down my flesh.  I don't even care where I am, how I got here, who these things are...  The only feeling is despair, pain.  For some reason I feel like there should be someone to come save me.  Someone cared about me.  They should be here by now.

But I realize there's no escape.  No relief.  No ceasing of blows.

I'm going to die.