‘The light glowed in the corner of the room, filling it with an amber haze. It was warming, comforting, something she felt drawn to. It was home. She needed the warmth it gave. It made her forget about everything else for just a few moments. Forget the demons lurking in the dark outside. She knew she’d have to face them one day, but whilst she was surrounded by the glow, she knew she was safe. On her own. She curled up in a blanket in her favourite chair, beside the light, and read her new book. She’d only started it that morning, but with nothing better to do she had become engrossed in its tales. Her mind was far away, living the lives of those characters on the page in front of her, avoiding the drama she knew was real. As long as she had light, she was going to be fine.
Outside the wind picked up. She heard the tree scratching at the window to get in, and leaves were tumbling along the path. She sighed and pulled the blanket tighter round her shoulders. She hated bad weather, and it seemed like a storm was brewing. She tried to go back to her book, but was too distracted. The words were tumbling across the page, swimming in circles, avoiding her eyes. She scrunched her eyes tight and started to count to 10 -…1…2…3…4… BANG!! Her eyes shot open. Then she saw the gate swinging outside and realised she’d been holding her breath. Her heart was beating hard, and she knew she had to get a grip. She had her light, she still had hope.
The light started to flicker. That annoying, barely visible change between light and dark. But she saw it. She saw it and it panicked her. She felt a headache starting right at the back of her eyes. Growing, spreading, making her eyelids heavy and her concentration wane. Not that she was focussed to start with…not since that day. When darkness ruined her life. The light flickered again. She made herself as small as possible in the chair, and pulled the blanket tight over her. She stared at the bulb, willing it to stop its strobe effect. Too much depended on it. If it went out, she didn’t know if she could cope.
Time passed, and the light was steady. But outside the rain had started. Not just a few drops, but torrential streams of ice cold water were gushing along the road. The gutter was overflowing, and her garden was a pond. She was surrounded. It pelted against her window, and she shied away from it. Her monsters were getting closer. She could feel them. They were beating a path through the deluge towards her, and it was only a matter of time. Her only defence against them was the light. It kept them at bay. As long as she had that glow, she would be safe. Nothing could harm her.
The light flickered once…and it was gone.’