She laid down on the hard stone table, dressed in virgin white. She knew what was going to happen, but knew that running would only leave her breathless and THEM angry. She let THEM comb her blonde hair, which now spills over the sides of the cold table. She shivers, cold in the thin white gown. She saw a dark figure in the corner of the room, watching her. He did not move from his spot, leaning against the wall, until THEY came back, dagger in hand. He came and sat at her feet. His black hood kept her from seeing his face, but she had a feeling it was both beautiful and terrible. As the knife drew closer, the hooded man scooted closer. The whole idea of this hooded man was a bit silly, but she couldn't laugh. THEY began to chant, the dagger very close. She began to tremble, afraid. The hooded man gently touches her cheek, calming her. He leans in and, as a horrible pain blossoms in her chest, his lips meet hers. She was surprised at first, then melted into it. He lifted her, gently breaking the kiss. Holding onto him, she started to look behind her as he kissed her again, distracting her. He carried her away from her bleeding corpse, and into the unknown. 

She didn't think to tell him he had just stolen her first kiss.

Opening the familiar door to your room, tired from a long day. As the door opens, you are suddenly aware of how late it's gotten by the sheer wall of darkness in your room. You try to steady your breath, which has picked up suddenly. Your hands shake, your eyes widen, and your heart shriveles in fear. Time slows to a crawl. You can't hear what's going on behind you, your fear is on your tongue. You stand frozen on the threshold of your room, that darkness seeming to reach out. You are brought back by a hand on your shoulder. "What's the matter? It's just dark." 

That is the matter, isn't it? That tiny thing that you should be over by 10, and yet it still paralyzes you. Makes you feel tiny and alone.

As a prank, someone shuts out all the lights, leaving the room pitch black. A scream is ripped out of you as you panic. You move towards any light, or to a wall, so you can try and pretend the darkness wasn't why you screamed. You're hyperventilating, moving into a fetal position. It's everywhere...you start to hallucinate. The lights flash back on, leaving you relieved and looking like an idiot.