Midnight
My eyes snapped open. It was the early hours of the morning, I guessed, looking at the darkness outside.
It was these hours of the night that I fear the most. I could feel my heart beating in my chest; the fear and the anxiety slowly creeping in. Tendrils of dread and down begin insinuating into my fragile mind. A shiver ran up my spine, the cold nipping at my uncovered torso.
