The Darkness That Surrounds Me

I lay in my bed, my head resting on my pillow. The house is silent, yet I lay sleepless. Thoughts race around my head as I toss and turn. I look up at my clock, 10:30 pm. "It's so late, and I have school tomorrow." I think to myself, but I still lay wide awake. I turn towards my wall and shut my eyes. My thoughts begin to race around quicker and my eyes shoot open. I sit up to calm down. It has appeared. Tonight of all nights. In my mind I envision running. Running. Running. Endless running down an endless hallway as the darkness chases me. It's to quick for my weak legs. I stumble over my own feet and fall to the ground. The darkness engulfs me and I sit there, shivering in fear. Motionless. I wake up from my imagination and allow the darkness to control my brain for a while. "Maybe if I let it stay today, it'll leave tomorrow" I mumble. Worry. Fear. Sadness. Anger. The thought of happiness disappearing. Laying again, I fall deeper into the abyss. I envision dark people surrounding me. I can't move. They move in closer. No movement. I feel as if I'm a pawn in a game of Chess. Useless. An easy target. Sweat drips down my forehead. I wipe it away. That move was a mistake, everyone that surrounded me moved in very close. One made a signal to the rest, and they all grabbed me, as if to tear me apart.I don't move. I close my eyes as they tear away at my skin. Shock fills me when I notice a light shining around me. Something bright has appeared to shoo away the dark. I awake from zoning out. I stare at my clock until my eyes focus, it reads 11:03 pm. I feel a sudden heaviness in my eyes as they droop and I fall down on my pillow. Slowly, my eyes close and I'm in the realm of my brain. I search in and out until I reach mental health. I want to know what darkness keeps me awake every night. As I wander down halls and paths, I notice an ever growing darkness. I cautiously walk over to it. It was being contained inside a large glass box. The nametag reads "Anxiety Disorders" There was another darkness in a glass box, but it was smaller. It had more of a dark grayish color to it. It looked as though it was fading. I walk over to it and read the nametag. It said "Depression" I feel tears burn in my eyes as the darkness of the anxiety grew stronger and the depression grew deeper and darker. The pain of remembrance hit me like a bullet to the chest. I awoke with a startle as my alarm beeped flashing the numbers, 5:00 am. Had I really slept through a whole night? I drag myself out of bed to continue another day of pain.