Chapter 1
I`m so excited! My prologue (It`s ok if it didn't make sense, I`m trying to make you tense) It was a great success. I was sitting for about 30 minutes trying to find out how to do the cover. Luckily, I found out how and posted it which meant my story could get updated!
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His breathing was ragged, laboured. He didn`t understand. He wanted to die didn`t he? But something told him to keep breathing.
He shook his head, desperately trying to get the nightmares out of his head. But it was quite hard as it was reality.
When he had first found himself here, he had persuaded himself that it was all a dream, just a horrible nightmare.
It made him sick to think about it. It was all in the past now, the present was still a problem and he wondered what about the future? Would it still be the same nightmare as now? Or would life return to it`s before state?
So many thoughts ran across his mind, so many feelings brewed inside of him. Sadness, Hatred, Anger, not one happy emotion in sight.
He was stuck in a nightmare, a game. It was like he was in a horror movie, and nobody had bothered to show him the script.
Life used to be so full of thrills, happy emotions, beauty.
Now it contained horrors, mixed emotions and ugliness.
Why was he here? Why him? What had he ever done to deserve something like this?
It seemed like someone was desperate. Angry and broken. There was no beauty in that.
All the fun, love, meaning was sucked out of life.
Tears made their way down from the dull green eyes, rolled down soft cheeks and dripped down the muzzle, hitting the hard floor.
Why couldn`t he just wake up? Nightmares only occurred while sleeping right?
The darkness caved in, making him claustrophobic. Since he had been here, he had developed new fears.
The only thing he could do to take his mind off the nightmare he was now living was staring out that window. He would watch the raindrops fall, hitting both the ground and the window. It was the only thing that mixed with his tears.
He closed his eyes, opening them 2 minutes later. He hurt. It was simple.
He was suicidal, broken.
And he was alone.
No-one was there to help him, get him out. Was it even possible to get out?
He didn`t know if there was only an entrance or if there was a beautiful existing thing called an exit.
Boy would he love that thing right now.
It was like 1 step forward, 2 steps back. Every time he came close to escaping his nightmare, he was sent back to the starting line, the finish line out of reach.
He had never left this room. Not once.
Old furniture lay spread around the room, abandoned like him. It hurt him more that no-one knew where he was...because he didn`t even know where he was.
He had gotten so used to being here he called it Home now. But it wasn`t the nice home everybody else lived in. No, it was a broken sanctuary.
He was losing hope, dying. He was pretty sure it had been days, weeks...maybe even months.
And now it was too much.
Forget brave and careless, try scared and alone.
He wanted the nightmare to end, to disappear. More than that, he wanted to go home.
He wanted his old life back, the one where he was happy, carefree and not abandoned. But there was no hope was there?
More tears fell, making time with the raindrops. He knew that sooner or later he would die, go insane, fall ill. Those times were approaching.
Food was an unwanted word, illness was a tempted offer and death...death was another tempted offer but even more so it was a choice.
You fate would decide if you died here. Fate is a cruel thing, that`s why nobody come out alive.
But he was desperate. Desperate to get out, go home, resume his old life...desperate to be the first to get out.
He was no quitter, everybody knew that. Yes he was tired, hungry, thirsty, suicidal and broken but that wasn't going to stop him.
He yet again persuaded himself that he would get by, he would survive. He told himself to stop crying, that he would get out.
He would wouldn`t he? It was a possibility.
'I`m getting out and that`s that' The voice spoke.
Even though there were other voices around the room, his was the loudest, the realest.
All the other voices sounded fake, unreal. His was real, but broken.
He hadn`t spoken for a while, his voice now rendered useless. His voice wouldn`t do anything would it?
He tried to act confident, tried to regain his courage. He wanted to, and he was going to.
'Deep breaths, you can do this'
He got his ragged breathing under control, concentrated on other things away from pain and suffering. His scars burned with pain.
He looked out of the window, noticing the rain slowing down a little bit. And when he looked closer, he could just make out a small ray of sunshine.
A ray of light, life...hope.