Darkness is my friend.

We shared too many memories together to become enemies. One too many times the hugs I remembered were of darkness and its soothing whispers. I prayed for light to become my friend too. It never answers my pleas.

Pain accompanies the darkness, often pushing me to loneliness and a world of hatred for anyone who try to break through the internal defenses. There are times I wish I were stronger and I could tune out the anger and fear.

Maybe happiness be the guide I desperately need. Sometimes I glimpse happiness within the near future only to misstep and drown in failure once more. Sometimes it taunts me and I unable to hide from it. Sometimes I am afraid of happiness.

Often enough its the gentle caress that yanks me to reality. The primal urges to feed rescind into the soul I hide from the soul that likes to remind me I was once mortal. Then I peer into the eyes of the woman who rescued me from my father. Brightest blue eyes - piercing yet kind! She whispers reassuring things in my ear as she embraces me as a second daughter. In these small moments life is almost unbearable and we're a real family.

"Hold onto the good things." Selene likes to say. "You don't know when it'll be ripped from you."

"Like Michael?" I'd say.

Pain tortures Selene at the mention of him and I don't mean to upset her. Words fly out of my mouth and I can't take them back.

She puts a tender palm to my cheek and tells me to sleep.

Darkness is my friend.