Sia
I thought I knew a lot about darkness.
As an amateur writer, I fantasised darkness and I loved it.
I've told you before, in the very start of my story, that I am a nyctophile, a lover of nights and darkness. I thought I was different, because I wasn't scared of the dark, and I wasn't looking an escape from it, I was just trying to love myself there.
But turns out, nobody can love darkness. Heck, you don't even know what actual darkness means until you find yourself there. Trapped.
I loved darkness. Or atleast, I thought I did. And that was until I found myself there.
In an abyss, actually. Just darkness.
I remembered a lot of things at the moment:
I remembered that I was Sia Brooks.
My father died when I was a kid.
My mother remarried when I was a young teen.
Jake is my s
