Fallen

"Just go to sleep," they whispered.

"Close your eyes and don't open them again," the told me.

"And have a pleasant nightmare," they said to me. So I start to sink into a deep sleep, not knowing what would happen to me that night.

When I opened my eyes, I was in my nightmare. Falling into a pit-less darkness. As I kept falling, the light was harder to get a hold of, until I couldn't reach it at all. But I still kept falling. Then I started to scream, thinking that someone would hear me and help me from the darkness. But no one ever came to help me. So as I fell, my snow white wings turning to an obsidian black color. The happiness in my life being replaced by misery.

"Ah!," I screamed as I woke up, my alarmed eyes darting around the room for any sign of the darkness that I was just surrounded by, and of course none was present. I keep telling myself that it is all a dream, but the more I think about it, the more I fall. But I fear for that I really have fallen. For from that day on, I could always feel the darkness in the corner, telling me that I am always welcome to join them. At first I refused, but they would always just keep following me, thinking that I would agree one day. But lately, I haven't seen them. So this leads me to think that I have fallen and joined the darkness.

But the scariest part is that I reel at home now, unlike before when I felt like an outsider.

So I want to know if you think I've really fallen, and please don't leave mean comments, it took me a lot of courage to write this!