Michael Myers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_theshape870) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} undertherainbow, |
Truthfully? I don't think I imagined it. It's like I can remember part of it, the darkness and the cold and the feeling of something being there. But the rest of it, and I think there is more, is behind this locked door in my head, and every time I go to that door I can never open it. I just stare at it, and all at once I feel like a little kid again. A little kid at the exact moment I found out my dad died...the most scared I've ever been. It was that exact moment when I realized nothing would ever be okay again. That's what it feels like.
If I open that door...I don't know what's going to happen. I don't think it's good. There's something behind that door that I'm not sure if I'm ready for. And coming from a guy that's taken magnum shots to the chest without stopping for more than a second...that's terrifying.
...Christ, I sound like a baby...