There is nothing like the darkness to bring out the demons. Of course, in his seven years of life, Lyon had learned that there were many different kinds of demons. Fear, loneliness, sadness… those were all demons. Real demons, if you let them be. Or that was, at least, what Debbie, his older sister, had told him. “You don’t fear darkness, Lyon, what you fear is the unknown.” He remembered those words, now more than ever, as he struggled to crawl into the trunk of the mangled car covered by a thick layer of ashes. “You shouldn't be afraid of the dark”. That was a lie. He didn’t like the darkness one bit. He felt like the blackness could grow large fingers and touch him, pull him into nothingness. It didn’t matter what his sister say. Lyon …show more content…
How could there be a place called Death Valley? There couldn’t be such things as the Black Mountains. And there was definitely no way that their destination was named Dante's View. It was just too ominous to be true. And yet there he was, hiding to survive in the Black Mountains. Earlier that day, the road to Dante's View had seemed quite normal. Pleasant even. Above, nothing but clear blue skies. The sun was shining so bright it seemed not yellow, but white as salt, and each side of the road was flanked with an endless ocean of sand sprinkled with brownish plants that were too stubborn to die. Not the worst of trips. In fact, everything had been going smoothly before nightfall. Escaping had been the easiest part. No one was too fond of them back at the place they refuse to call home anyways. After running away, they had managed to sneak their way into a group of tourists travelling in caravans to Dante's View parking lot; always pretending their parents were in another motorhome. Always befriending some kid who thought Debbie was attractive. Which wasn’t very hard. First they traveled a while with Joel's family, and then spent lunch with Daniel and his uncle, and finally, the rest of the trip, was one big conversation with