Slowly, the sky got darker. Imagine being stuck in a cabin all day, screaming ‘HELP!’ for all that time, scared that you wouldn’t breathe any fresh breaths again; this was my reality in the day of the dark. I had got trapped delivering the newspapers in this cabin. I knew I shouldn’t have gone there (I had promised my mum), but it was my job. Scared and lost, eager and annoyed, I knew my life had come to an end. It was hatred and pain as one decision or death on the other hand. I knew it was my life to live. But I couldn’t.