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It's only a nightmare. I swear.

Blink.

Blink. Blink.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

Open.

I take in my surroundings slowly. There is nothing much to see. It's pitch black all around. The darkness swallowing everything that isn't its own. So dark I can't even see my own fingers.

I have an uneasy feeling of someone watching me. I can't place who or what it is. A feeling of dread creeps up within.

I have an uneasy feeling of someone watching me. I can't place who or what it is. A feeling of dread creeps up within. Like a snake writhing up my back.

Instinctively, I hug myself tight, trying to keep myself from shaking. A morbid sense of being someone's puppet lingering around me.

I try to call out, but no sound escapes me.

I try to call out, but no sound escapes me. My throat hurts.

I try to call out, but no sound escapes me. My throat hurts. It feels dry, like skin on a cold winter day.

Cold.

Cold. Just like the air around me.

Cold. Just like the air around me. So still. Lifeless. Watching. Waiting.

Almost malicious.

Like a predator waiting for the prey to make a mistake.

I get up slowly, trying to make sense of direction.

I get up slowly, trying to make sense of direction. Anything to lead me somewhere.

I get up slowly, trying to make sense of direction. Anything to lead me somewhere. Away from there.

Anywhere.

I grope around in the dark, but to no avail. It seems empty all around. Just like the feeling that is now prevailing within.

As if someone has held my heart tight and is shaking it around. Squeezing tighter every minute.

Scary.

(Someone help me.)

(Is this hell?)

I then decide to walk straight, till I reach something or somewhere. I mean, how bad can it be? Certainly not worse than this void.

And so I set forth, on my pseudo adventure.

In this grim universe.

Walk.

Walk. Walk.

Walk. Walk. Walk.

Walk. Walk. Walk. Thud.

My foot hits something and I squeal out.

My foot hits something and I squeal out. Almost.

Again, my vocal chords seemed to have failed.

Nothing escapes my mouth.

Nothing escapes my mouth. Nothing. Escapes.

Nothing escapes my mouth. Nothing. Escapes. Nothing.

I shake my head and try to focus on the obstruction.

I gently reach my foot out again, trying to get a feel of it.

Funnily enough, there does not seem to be anything there now.

I reach out further.

I reach out further. Further.

I reach out further. Further. Further.

Nothing.

Blank.

Space.

I've never been this scared in my life.

I instinctively look all around me, to get a glimpse of someone or something that's doing this to me.

What did I do to deserve this?

(Please. Please help me.)

I feel something trickling down my cheeks.

And into my lips.

And into my lips. Salty.

Tears.

Tears. I'm crying.

I don't know how or when it started.

I don't know how or when it started. In a rush, it all comes out.

Like a broken dam.

And yet again, no sound escapes me.

I sit there crying for God knows how long. I let it all out, and then some. I wished I knew what was going on. And I wished that whatever it is, I get out alive.

I don't know how long I sat balled up like that. Silently shedding my tears away. Damning myself for all the bad things I did. Damning everyone and everything.

One does not know the presence of God until he has experienced the touch of a Devil.

I get up again now.

(This is it. I'm going to keep walking. No matter what I touch or where I reach.)

And in that very instant, the ground gives way.

To.

To. Nothing.

Blank.

Blank. Space.

Air.

Drop.

Free Fall.

Free Fall. Fall.

Free Fall. Fall. Fall.

Free Fall. Fall. Fall. Fall.

Crack.

Wake up.

Hah, you wish.

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