Nyctophobia

He said okay, turn off the lights.

In like 8 seconds, all the lights were off and it was pitch-dark. Put your hand out in front of you and you wouldn't see a thing. Sure, there was a little bit of light streaming in here and there, but it was dark, nevertheless. There were these passing shadows and strange figures. I didn't want to know what they were.

The music was playing and everyone was probably conducting but with my skin crawling and my limbs frozen, I couldn't quite move. My palms were clammy and sweaty and I just wanted to scream so badly, I wanted to let out a cry for help. I was half-shaking. I wanted to feel safe. I was wishing to feel safe.

Wishing you'd hold me, or be near.