In a little corner of the room, she lay. Dark, it was.. like the stream moving along her arm. Cold, she lay hugging her knees close to her chest. Tears still moist against her cheeks. Heart still pounding slowly, almost inquiring for continuance. “ Close your eyes, it will go away.” She kept whispering to herself. No one was listening.
The door opened slowly, bringing in piercing streaks of light that pricked into her eyes, sharper than the razor was against her wrists. The murky silhouette at the entrance waved towards her, beckoning her out. She cuddled in closer, head burying in her lap, shutting her eyes forcefully. The door closed. Darkness was reclaimed. The faintness lulled her to sleep.
The night lasted for months.
Then one day, the curtains fell to floor. The room lay bare in front of the mighty Helios. He marched in and like a drunken pig in whorehouse, he ravaged the naked walls. Every inch of the darkness was now printed with violent marks of luminosity. The little girl in the corner watched in revulsion, as her home was torn down by the powerful lord of luster. Her darkness was gone. Her home, lost.