It was dark. Utterly dark. The storm kept rolling outside the window and the power cut soon followed once the rain started pouring down mercilessly. I didn't knew what was worse, it being dark or me being with Matthew in the dark, all alone. Elina Green loved darkness but Zara Larsson was terrified of it. And today I wasn't Elina Green, for Zara Larsson inside me had overpowered my senses. I couldn't think straight. The darkness made my fear and anxiety to increase by tenfold. The horrific memories kept flashing in front of my eyes. The fire, the screams, the pain, the death, everything kept rolling like a film in my mind.
For me, darkness had always been absence of light. But today darkness is absence of my own self. I had lost the light in me. Darkness is my lost identify. In this pit
