Nightmare
Max POV
It was a dark and stormy night. Strong winds billowed, making the branches of the nearby trees swing in the air.
It was in grey, the world. Dark grey, a painful reminder that my world had faded to the darkness.
I was standing at the doorstep of a building. I knew what building it is. It is a mental asylum.
My hand was on the door handle, just holding it lightly.
However, there are hands. Hands that held me back, hands that are coaxing me back from the door, away from the place.
They are comforting, those hands, but they won't be able to hold me back soon. They belong to the people who care. I think I know who they are, but at the same time, I feel that I don't.
Further back, there were a group of people. How do I know they are people? There are silhoulettes of them. All with masks, masks with evil grins on them.
They are laughing, jeering, pushing me on into the dark abyss that lies behind those closed doors. They taunt me, make me feel unwanted, unloved.
I really do not know what's the truth from the lie anymore.
I began listening to them, and I harshly shake off the hands that comfort me away, pushing down the handle at the same time.
However, these hands come back to stop me. However, it's much lesser this time. Because one hand has withdrawn, and the person slipped on the mask, and joins the group that stands far away.
The pain was too much for me. I couldn't hold on anymore. I pushed open the door, and pushed myself in as well, and I fell, spiralling down into a dark hole in the floor.
But my hand reached up to grab the ledge.
Above, the faces that loomed around the hole watched sadly, and they ran out to get help.
All except one.
That person came forward, and stood beside my hands, smiling down at me, bemused. I glared at him, a spark of feeling coming back into me. A spark – my fighting spirit.
"Well, look at that pitiful creature. Aww, don't you want help?" he sneered at me.
"Definitely not from you," I snarled back.
Bad mistake.
A foot came onto my fingers, drawing a blood-curdling scream from me. My fingers let go, and I fell down.
"Oops... My bad," a sneer came from above. I looked up. He was grinning at me, and then it walked off.
"No... NO!" I heard a scream, and I looked up for the last time, and I see the pained look of those who cared, and shut my eyes, the image of the agony on their faces forever burning in my head.