Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #4

{A/N: Based on the writing style and duality of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, this story is different than the others because it has nothing to do with the events in the story, just the style. I will attempt to mirror it, but still sound like myself}

I sat in a swivel chair at a stationary desk in the top floor of my house. I had always looked outside as a child, though now being older, it seemed to have lost some of its charm. I sat indoors, for I was always better at using technology than physical labor. Though something was off today; the way the light from the setting sun hit the monitor of my computer was enticing, and I stood up, and glanced at the light. I blatantly disregarded the old rule of never looking directly at the sun, and instead relished about five seconds glaring into its light, and noticed through forced-open eyes that it looked black. My mind could not comprehend it's true brightness, I had thought. As it sank, the sky darkened, and I, now captivated, went outside. from the top floor, I went down, until I had reached the bottom floor. Unlocking the door, I crept out. I ran into the woods, with freedom now in grasp. I marveled at the flowers which had grown, and I saw them close upon the sunset. The scene was beautiful, and I climbed a tree to get a better view. But now, up here, the world was even more different. Birds of all colors slept, and soon, the sun took all colors away and left the world black and white. I stayed out for a while, until around ten, when I knew the door would lock. So I always returned before that time, off of the ground and back up into the top floor. It wouldn't be long before I would want the freedom, but I knew that generally bad things occur in darkness. So, I chose safety most of the time. But the sun calls, and the moon doesn't let me leave until I absolutely must. So this occurred for quite some time, and I would do this for months on end. Winter came, and the night came sooner. I left as soon as the sun dimmed, and watched the geese fly by moonlight south. With plenty of time outside, I loved it. It was beautiful, moonlight beaming out of the coal sky, reflecting off of the pristine snow, shimmering a pleasant light in the nearby trees and shrubs. The time shifting had gotten me confused, and now I realized, like a man awoken from a dream, that the door would soon be locked, if it wasn't already, and the stairs would be dark. I jumped from the treetop to the ground, and hit it with a thud. I sprinted to the door, and realized it was too late. The safety was gone. Freedom was mine, but so was danger. My fingers began to tingle, and then stopped working. My feet, too, had the sensation removed. It is now about midnight, and it is far to late for any use of those in the future. Goodbye, computer usage, for that is a luxury for people with all of their fingers. And goodbye, outside world, for without feet, I cannot venture there. And perhaps I wont even make it to the point when the sun rises, for the tingling is moving, closer to my core and head. They will find me, a victim of poor choice, on the front step, mere inches from my old life, and too naive for my new one, and dead.