I wake up after what seems like hours, to a loud banging throughout the house. Slowly, I sit up and look around, confused. Everything slowly comes back to me, I'm in a strange house, sitting on a dusty old bed, with a phone on the bedside ta- I stop when I look at the table. No phone is in sight. Where did it go?! I know I didn't dream the whole thing up! Looking closer at the spot the phone had been previously, I see something else. I can't quite make out what it is, but as I get closer, I finally see what it is...I choke back a scream and slowly back away until I hit the opposite wall with my back. The thing that replaced the phone was a drawing, of a man with no eyes, tall, slender body and the item that was used to draw it was dark, crimson blood.

I just kept running blindingly in fear, because once I saw that drawing, or more like painting, I looked down at my own arm. It had a huge gash running from the crease of my elbow to the middle of my forearm. Dried blood surrounded the gash and I had a feeling, the blood on that table was mine. So like any sane person would, I got out of there. Fast. I wasn't going to stay around there to get drained of all my blood. Whatever this thing is, it wanted me dead. Or it wanted to take me. Either one, equally terrifying.

I run until I get to this huge tree and, gasping for air, I lean up against it. What should I do next? I don't know where I even am! So how am I supposed to escape this place?! As soon as these thoughts bounced around in my head, I got slammed in the gut and fell to the ground, knocked out. I get thrown into someone else's flashback again, running in fear as the last one had.

Unknown POV

I've found three pages, I'm not sure how many there are but every time you grab a page though, he gets more angry. More times I'll be running and go around the corner and that static comes into my vision. I always panic, turn around and somehow escape him. Right now I'm just walking cautiously through the forest, I don't want to make him any more mad than I will at the end.

Running again, I can't let him get me, far off to where I'm running, I see another page. I sprint forward and grasp it. Then I notice that I'm trapped by three walls. Slowly, the static comes into sight and I look down at the page. The page has someone running, a circle with an X through it and something written...No eyes, still sees everything. Don't turn around. I turn around and he's there, I fall down to the ground and shield my eyes.

Destiny's POV

I woke up to a horrible pain shooting up through my arm. Opening my eyes, I blink a couple of times to get rid of the blurriness and once my eyes are open, I look over at the huge gash on my arm. It started bleeding again so there's dried blood covering my forearm. "Good thing I'm not queasy to blood," I mutter to myself. Then nonchalantly, I look over at my other arm, but instead of the pink fleshy color of flesh, I see black. Scared, I jump back and onto my knees, awkwardly. Since when did arms turn black?! When I jumped back, I had looked away, now I look back at my arm to investigate it further. As I look down, it disappears right before my eyes, quickly I look over at my other arm, the one where the bloody mess of a gash was and there's nothing but a pink, puffy scar left. Not only did it turn black, but somehow it healed? I had no clue what to do, but I know I can not stay here, or else I'll die. That's for sure. Slowly, as to not set anything off, I stand up and take a good look of my surroundings. The tree that I was by when I blacked out is still there, the bare trees look even more menacing and it still looked terrifying, no matter how long you gaze at it.

I have absolutely no clue as to where I'm going, or where I'm supposed to go, but I just start walking. There's nothing to lose at this point. But before I had walked very far, something on the huge tree caught my eye. In a blur, I turn myself around and run towards that tree, for some reason knowing that I don't have much time to grab it. It's a page. A page that was there when I first woke up in this awful place and a page similar to the one in the flashback.

"I need to collect these...that's what I have to do." I mutter to myself as I reach out and grasp the parchment of paper in my hand. Not know exactly what to do with it, I fold it up carefully and stick it into my pants pocket.