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Chapter 20
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
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