The Dark

     Look over your shoulder. Feel its presence. You hurry your step and strangle a gasp. The hairs on your back tingle with fear. You start to run as the Dark looms up. Its vicious claws tear at walls as it gropes to take hold of its prey. Abandoning your dignity, you cry out for help. And yet, no one hears you because you have not really screamed; you've only whispered. The Dark converges and your feet trip about uselessly as you struggle to take your eyes away from this fascinatingly hideous beast. Beneath its growls and roars you can distinguish intelligible words.
     "Come with me. There's nothing left. Your mine. Don't struggle." You turn and flee down a hidden passageway. It rumbles after you in desperate pursuit. The passage ends and you find yourself up against a wall. You beat at it with your fists in useless denial. Sinking to the ground, you curl up in a ball hoping the Dark will not come.
      You hear a low menacing growl. You look up and see the beast, the dark. You curl tighter and start to cry.
       You stop. You raise your head. "There is nothing left." you whisper. You stand and bow your head. The beast advances slowly. It knows you are trapped; it tortures you by prolonging the end. Raising your head, you lift your arms up to the sky and give in.
       You are consumed by the Dark. Its wild teeth gnash and bite. You feel your skin tear as its powerful jaws rip your flesh. Blood spills and pools around you. The beast withdraws for a second to admire its handiwork.
       You are sitting in a pool of blood watching it all take place as if you were outside your body. You wake up.
       You are sitting in the shower. You stare around you as the dim light flickers through the curtain. Tears are streaming down your face and your arm hurts.
           
             You are sitting in a pool of blood...
           
             With a razor in your hand.