How do you know what to do next in a situation like this? It’s been a very long time since everything came crashing down, and I’m still not sure if it’s safe to try and escape now, even such a long time after the disaster that ruined everything for me.
I’d gone to the school hoping to learn, make new friends, and learn what I’m good at. But here I am, what feels like a year later, torn away from it. It’s not my fault, but still.
I remember the night it all fell apart. I was reading in my dorm. It was late. My roommate was sleeping in the chair in the corner of the room. I remember the sentence I read just before my entire life shifted.
I released my fears into the sky, when suddenly the earth shook as they all concentrated, gradually condensing into one large black void of evil and death.
Once I’d read that, it was as if the entire room had changed. I remember looking up in thought, only to realize that the color of the room was fading. The book was starting to burn up in my hands, when I began to notice the dark cloud arising from the pages. I quickly put the tome down and ran over to my roommate.
“Zack!” I yelled, shaking him. “Zack, wake up!”
That’s when his mouth opened, red light pouring from what should have been a dark space. I was knocked to the floor by the force of it as the darkness from the book began to fill the room. I watched in horror as it began to merge with the light, its gaping mouth opening to descend upon me. I got up and ran for the door.
Something grabbed me as I was facing my only escape route. I looked back to see Zack’s nightmarish figure standing before me, that same light emanating from his hellish eyes, his mouth pouring out a dark mist as he held my shoulder with an iron-like grip. My free hand clenched into a fist as I mentally apologized to him for what I was about to do.
The force of the punch was powerful enough to knock him back. I opened the door and ran out, not looking back. He didn’t follow me, but the mist was filling the hallway, making it difficult to see and near-impossible to run. I didn’t see the shape of a hand reach out of the cloud. It grabbed my ankle and I fell on my stomach, my nails dragging on the carpet as it began to pull me back into the cloud that had started it all.
I tried screaming for help as I was being dragged, but another hand snaked its way around me and clamped my mouth shut. Being gagged felt like all the air had been sucked out of me and I didn’t know how to fight the force of both hands restricting my movement.
I must have blacked out after that, because the next thing I remember is struggling to swim in dark waters with only a moon shrouded in cloud to guide me. I don’t remember how I got into the water or what exactly had occurred after I’d been sucked away from my dorm.
I do remember finding the island and swimming ashore. Ever since, I’ve been stuck in this hostile, lifeless void with only a sliver of moonlight to keep me company.
Zack’s red, demonic eyes haunt me. I spend every waking moment trying to figure out how to get back or find out what had sent me here. I need to get back home.