Hey, yeah... so I'm not dead! I just had the longest and worst case of writer's block in the history of writer's block everywhere. Seriously, it was bad. I'm still kind of in one with my other stories as well and no doubt some people want to bash my face in :/
School's been a b***h and I'm trying my hardest to get into my dream college right now so forgive me if the next update isn't until very much later on. I know this was supposed to be posted in August but I got wrapped up in reality's claws of responsibility and AP classes. ugh.
So, I finally thought up a good start-up I think for this sequel but, can't say I'm thrilled with the name. Any suggestions would be nice :)
Anywho, I've rambled on long enough, and I owe you faithful readers that stuck with me this so, here you are! The first chapter! It's short and sweet. I think it's a good start.
An immense abyss of nothingness surrounds me. I can feel myself but, at the same time, I don't feel anything. I'm floating in this abyss and I can't seem to move.
Why can't I move?
Am I scared?
I don't feel scared though. What does it even feel like to be scared? Is this fear? Or happiness?
It could be happiness, I don't know. I don't know anything. I could be dead for all I know.
Maybe that's it.
I'm dead.
Feels like nothing.
If this is death, then what was life? Should I know what life is? Did I have one before this?
What is this though? There's nothing. I don't feel anything. I can't see anything.
Everything is nothing.
I wonder how long I've been here. Was I sleeping before this? Did I wake up?
Where am I? Why am I here? How did I get here?
Oh, I died. I think I thought that before. Did I think that before? I don't know, maybe I did. I probably didn't though.
I can't move though. All I can see is nothing and I can't even move to explore it. Maybe there's something behind me. I wonder what it could be.
It's probably nothing.
Yeah, it's nothing.
Everything is nothing.
Where is nothing? Is nothing everywhere? Is that where I am? I'm everywhere and nowhere. I'm nothing and everything.
I'm no one.
I have no one.
The abyss seems to close in around me.
No one's here.
The nothingness grips me firmly, surrounding me.
I'm alone.
The abyss keeps its hold on me, reminding me of my solitude.
Maybe I'm not alone.
Nothing is something.
It's the only thing.
The abyss opens up ever so slightly and I feel its clutch loosening. It's leaving me.
I really am alone.
Yeah, I know, it's short. Sawey.
Also, I'm well aware of the rambling-ness and disorganization of it all but, it's kinda sorta the point. It holds some significance in the later chapters, trust me ;)
I keep hoping updates won't be a forever wait but, my life is hectic right now, you don't even know. I don't want to make promises I can't keep like before :p So, until next time, this is EclecticLion, signing off!