Fell On Black Days:

The walls of the small, cramped room seemed to be enclosing around me. I knew they weren't, how could they be? But the all-embracing darkness just didn't agree. It wanted to choke me, seep into my veins and turn the blood cold and bitter.

Brackish tasting dust streamed into my nostrils, filtering through my cracked lips into my mouth. My body convulsed viciously at the thought of never seeing light again. I had never been one of those people who embraced the sun and went tanning during the summer, but this engulfing black, this suffocating empitness hadn't been an ideal fate either.

My eyes weren't adjusting to the maledict dark, like they should have been, and I couldn't anticipate why. Maybe there was nothing to see, just a large black box, encasing me, killing me slowly. From the inside out. I needed to get out. I wanted to scream until my lungs burned, until my mouth was so dry I couldn't even whisper. But that scream turned into a muffled sob as I lay my head on my knees, thinking of days wasted and the irony of all this.

I was destined to fade away in my prison. In this man-made horror.

And then, a flicker of hope shinned above me, beckoning me. No, I wasn't going to believe it was really there. There was no light left in my world. Just black. Not even an interesting black. I refused to look up.

More light. There was more light in my cage. I looked up, just enough to see Erik, peering at me with my closet door opened just a crack.

"Umm...Erin?" He blinked green-yellow eyes at me, outlined in morbid black.

"Yeah?" My eyes adjusted to the light instantly and I stretched a little. I must have been in my clothes closet for at least an hour.

"What are you doing?" He inquired, trying his hardest not to laugh.

"I'm doing research on closterphobia..." I knew he was confused, but wasn't up to giving out any more information.

"Why?" He raised a thin eyebrow at me. I shrugged and grinned a little.

"You know that story I've been writing?" He nodded, though still looking lost. "Well, I randomly decided that one of the characters was going to have the irrational fear of the dark, being alone, and small spaces, and I wanted to get a feel of it, so I could be real descriptive...and...stuff..."

"Okay," He carried out the "o" like there was more than one in "Okay". He just didn't understand the writing process.

"Now do me a favor and shut the door again." I was expecting some sort of little quarrel, but he obidiently shut the door and left my room. Now, back to my thought process. But something was off...I smiled a little, and got up on my knees, bending over and flicking the light-switch off. Don't ask me why I have a light-switch inside of my closet, I just do.

I watched as the dense, silver darkness drowned the warm, golden light and smirked. Back to my happy place.

Author's notes: So, for english, we were supposed to write poems giving fear a new light, and I am poemly inclined so I begged my teacher to let me write a short story and this is the result of that. Umm...the characters are from my other story But My Reflection, because I was too lazy to actually make up new characters that were only going to be in here for like five lines. Eh, oh well...anyway, if you have any suggestions on how to make this better, I'd appreciate it -.- I have to read it in front of the class...