Prologue-Rising
Annabelle knew where she was before she even opened her eyes. She had been here before. It had been a dream of course, but she remembered every single small detail of it. She remembered the abnormally smooth ground that she layed on. She remembered the thick, humid air around her. And she remembered the thick, sticky substance that the tips of her fingers had rest in.
In the dream she was blind, nothing different from real life. However this blackness was different. The blackness she was in was soft and fuzzy. The darkness she usually rested in was smooth and sharp. She knew she wasn't dreaming, but she wished she was. She dreaded the days of which her mind came alive again. When this happened she could hear every single thought of the people around her. She could feel what they felt. She could see their memories and their dreams and their fears. She could see, hear and feel every single thing about them. She hated it. She couldn't hear her own thoughts or remember her own memories. She couldn't remember who she was or where she was. She was disconnected from everything.
However, there were times when she would see something besides darkness. It was a light. A small bead of light that was off into the distance. It would only stay there for a few minutes before being engulfed by the darkness, but in those few minutes Annabelle would slowly crawl towards it. She found that every time the light re-appeared she was always closer to it. So she crawled and crawled and crawled. For how long she did not know
Finally, finally, she reached it. The light was blinding, but she did not fear it. She let herself be consumed by it. And then all she knew was the white blaze of light.