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Light versus dark

Declan’s teeth cut into his lip, something he had grown accustomed to doing when his anxiety became overwhelming. The sensitive flesh was beginning to be painful and a coppery taste distracted from the anxious thoughts bouncing around the young man’s head. Holding his hands in-front of his face, he attempted to see them through the thick darkness. Declan didn’t know how he had gotten lost in the maze behind the school. He was taking a walk, something he usually did at night when most students were spending time with their friends before they went to bed. He was sure that he had memorized every turn and dead end of the maze in the short time that he had attended Walt Disney Academy, but this assumption was obviously wrong.

The feeling of a sheer curtain covering his eyes clouded Declan’s vision, he knew what, or who, was about to happen and attempted to fight him off. Blaise’s voice quietly crept out of the furthest corner of Declan’s mind. It was almost a whisper at first, but he was aware of him materializing. “No, I don’t want you here. Get away. Go away.” Declan said in a weak voice. The sound crept nearer in his head, like fog drawing close through thin night air. “You need me, just give up. Take a break, let me control things for a while.” The smooth voice cooed, Declan attempted to put up a fight, something that if he was honest with himself, he knew was futile. The fog in his head drew even closer, the curtain over his eyes darkening until he could no longer see.

Blaise chuckled to himself, finding the weakness of the other boy comical. He was spineless, completely letting his fear and insecurity overwhelm him until he was virtually immobile. Anger and aggression coursed through his veins, two feelings that propelled Blaise. They made him who he was, they were what separated him from the other side of himself. He gritted his teeth, extending his arm into the bush blocking his path. Crimson beads sprung from the newly scratched skin and Blaise shrugged, feeling absolutely no pain. He continued to force a path for himself through the rose bushes, feeling no remorse for the destruction left in his wake.

Blinding light startled Declan awake, unsure of where he was. Through squinted eyes he surveyed his surroundings, somehow he had made it back to his apartment, completely unaware of last night’s events. He wasn’t surprised at the fact that he couldn’t remember anything, blacking out happened frequently when Blaise decided to surface. A burning feeling overwhelmed his arms, looking at the aggravated skin he let his head fall back onto the down pillows. Hopelessness encompassed him, knowing there was nothing he’d ever be able to do.