A God at Home
Prologue
"Let me go!" A young girl shouted, though her voice was carried away by the wind. No one was there to save her, no one has seen her fall and roll among the breaking dry bones of rotting trees. Her hands were wounded from the endless beating against the stone walls and floor, lips cracked and bleeding, hair tangled and dirty. She managed to escape, but it was too late.
They have found her.
The clock hailed that it was almost midnight, yet the sun refused to hide behind the horizon. It was imprudently staring into the broken windows of the ruined houses. The glass shattered on the ground, threatening the girl's tender bare feet with its sharp claws. She ran endlessly into the Void until the oxygen in her small weak lungs has vanished, sending her body to hit the ground once more. This time, she was unable to get up. She was ready to give up on the hope of surviving another night with crimson light surrounding her.
The dark hands snaked around her ankles and began to pull her motionless body toward a pond of black thick liquid. The girl was unable to scream anymore, she stopped praying to all the existent entities to get her out.
Perhaps this was the end.
"Hey, wake up." A sudden foreign voice appeared from nowhere, breaking the painful silence around the dull atmosphere. The girl slowly lifted her head seeing an eerie figure standing before her for the first time.
"Did you hear me? I said, wake up!" The voice demanded, reaching down with a pale hand, opening its palm as if inviting the girl to take the opportunity for the perfect escape. Though the voice sounded unfriendly and harsh, she could not hold back from the pulling shadows anymore, she had to trust the sudden savior whether she would regret it later, or not.
"I am starving, dammit!" The voice screeched grabbing the girl's shoulder and beginning to violently shake her as if she was a sack of potatoes rather than a living soul with fragile bones.
Within a second, her eyes shot open wide.
The Nightmare was over.