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Iwas neverone of those kids who was afraid of the dark. I never worried there was something lurking under the bed or in the closet.
I loved the dark.
The older I got, the more people expected from me, the more I loved it. It's this beautiful blanket of invisibility. No one can see the expression on my face. There's no reason why I need to smile or nod or even hold together some semblance of calm.
In the dark, in my bed, under the comfort of my so aptly named comforter, I can frown or cry or weep until my throat is ragged and sore.
No one sees me.
No one expects anything from me.
No one looks at me like I'm a poor, unfortunate soul.
But, right now, I hate the dark.
I hate my room.
I hate my bed.
And it's all because Drew is somewhere outside my door.
We're in the same house but we're eight million miles apart.
And for some strange reason I want him looking at me, expecting something from me, listening to me.
I want him to understand.
I want him to love me, even with the ugly scars.
