piece of my writing(prose this time)

To tell you honestly I was never a pussy, I was never afraid of the darkness to be exact. All these kiddo stories about vampires, boogie men, and evil spirits just never really worked for me. While everyone else in their toddler years was hiding under their blankets because it was such an awful night with lights and thunder, I could happily sit in front of the window, look outside and be totally calm and fine.
However, now it was different as if something weird came over me and just couldn’t let go. I was absolutely freaked out. I was terrified.
I was standing on the edge of the roof looking down. I was drowning in the darkness. It felt like I was falling. I think I could have even spit my guts out of my mouth. Yet I was just standing and looking down waiting for something, for someone to save me from the night and that horrible feeling. And that’s when I saw him. He took my hand. I knew it wasn’t over. He placed my hands on his chest and that’s when I felt it for the first time. I felt heat. I felt power. I felt like I could do anything at that moment, anything to make it disappear. I pulled back but he held my hand so tight that I couldn’t. I felt a huge flow of indescribable pain growing inside of me. And that’s when I woke up. And that’s when my world changed.