Okay, so there was this micro-fiction contest for scary stories that I wanted to enter this in, but it was 513 words, and the limit was 250. I didn't want it going unread, so I uploaded it here for Halloween! Let me know what you think! :3

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"Can you please go away?" I muttered into my pillow, too spent to demand this time. A deep, throaty, chuckle reverberated down my spine. At one time, it had been so terrifying to me, but now it was just enough to make my stomach feel hollow. I was so alone, It being my only companion.

"You know I wouldn't, even if I could. You want me here."

"Bullshit."

He, It! it chuckled again. "Always so feisty. Why do you want me gone so badly? You know I'm all you have."

"Yeah?" I fought back sudden tears. Truth always hurt most. "And whose fault is that?"

Again, that stupid chuckle, "Why ask pointless questions? You know there's more time for finger pointing later. Now go to sleep. I'll take good care of you."

I felt myself falling, the darkness like some endless ocean. The sand, the dreams, once so much a part of me, until he- It, set them just barely beyond reach. Every night I sank deeper and deeper into the darkness. And every night the ocean got more endless.

People always say that the earth's waters are so deep that nobody knows for sure what creatures live down there. I can say now, that's not true. Nothing lives down here. Not even I do. They lurk in the darkness, long since having given up on reaching the sun, that faraway legend, choosing instead to drift aimlessly. Some poor souls remembered before. Others, however, could hardly be counted as alive, already having rifted too far off.

And every night my sand got farther away.

"Wake up." It chuckled.

I opened my eyes, fake light proving once again to be worse than no light. The lock on the metal door clanged loudly, making me wince. It swung open and one of the Faceless entered. They all looked the same to me. They only stayed long enough to give me my tray of food and-, "How the hell did sand get in here?"

I gasped and looked down. Here and there, scattered across the tiles, were tiny, almost microscopic, stones. I pulled my feet up on the bed and reached out my hand-

Smack!

Faceless hit my hand again with the broom, and then proceeded to gather them all into a pile and push them out of the room. The lock clanged once again and I was alone.

Slowly, I reached for my tray, sustenance being literally the only thing keeping me alive. My hand landed on the handle of a mug; a dark blue mug, to be exact. My heart thudded suddenly, the corners of my eyes pricking. The water in it was dark. If I tilted it just right, it looked as endless as-

No. There was no escape.

I slipped my hand in the water, wanting the oblivion of endless nothing again. But even that was kept as I was; cramped in it's own, tiny room.

On the pavement above me, the truck bumped over the spikes, laughing at me once again. The new shipment had arrived. Soon, I'd find my sand.