Well, another chapter up. Not much to say (except that I'll be updating Look to the Sky sometime this week. [that is a definite. I've postponed too long *_*])
Just like to say thanx to HexOnYou. He helped me come up with one of the ideas in this chapter **heh, you'll find out!**…so, thank you HexOnYou!!
Also to ZerMaSuTi. She reviewed awhile ago, with almost the exact same idea (which I'll be using as well).
And to the rest of ya'll who have reviewed (You know who you are! ^_^)
So, review this chapter please!...And get reading ^_^
Heh, and yes, I am aware of the short chapter (and I apologize)
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Squid's steps increased in pace, as the light kept getting bigger.
He had heard so many stories before where people had seen a light at the end of a tunnel, either leading them back home, or to heaven. But in Squid's view, it wasn't a tunnel. It was black.
There were no ends, there were no walls, there were no people, there was no color, and there were no feelings.
It was depressing.
Miserable.
A sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach kept telling him that there was no way out. That he would get to the light, and it would be a mirage.
A nothing.
He would find no comfort, no happiness, no reassurance, no support.
No hope.
His friend's would go on without him, his mom would keep drinking, his dad would walk out on some other family, and Zigzag would die.
Die without anyone by his side…or in his mind.
Squid stopped. His breathing increased, his heart was beating faster.
The light was right in front of his eyes.
With slight hesitation, his hand slowly shifted upwards and touched the glowing white…
…and nothing happened.
His eyes bulged as his hand went side to side, up and down through the brightness.
He wasn't in a new world. He wasn't back home, or in heaven.
He was stuck in this stupid wasteland of black.
Squid dropped down to his knees in complete frustration. He let out a small yell and fiercely hit his fist onto his knee over and over.
His squeezed his eyes shut as hard as he could.
He thought that there was going to be someway out of this place. That when he reached the beam, he would be home with his friends. Or up in heaven.
But none of that had happened.
He would never see his friends, he would never hear Zigzag.
All because of Mr. Sir's stupid truck.
There was no comfort, support, hope.
Nothing.
He let out another scream of frustration, but stopped when a small sound caught his ear. Squid slowly opened his eyes and looked. He looked to his left, he looked to his right.
But only black hit his eyes.
The sound was repeating and repeating itself. Saying the same thing again and again.
He slowly stood to his feet, ignoring the white light behind him, and looking for the person—thing that was making the noise.
Maybe there was someone who cared. Someone who came to give him reassurance.
Someone to give him hope.
Squid blinked. His vision was starting to become blurry. Small dots of metallic were dancing in front of his eyes.
He was dizzy.
Lightheaded.
He wobbled on his feet before collapsing onto his knees. Squid brought his hands up to his face and rubbed his temples, trying to calm his headache.
The voice continued. Not once would it go away, just adding to the things that Squid had to concentrate on.
His head tilted to the side, before he fell completely on his back. The light above him faded.
And he fell into a new world of unconsciousness.
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Zigzag woke up to a dark place. Everything was black. Nothing could be seen—nothing could be felt. Realizing that, he looked down to see he body perfectly healed.
There were no bruises, no cuts, no blood, no pain. He was healed.
Confused, he looked up again.
How could he be standing on black??
'Squid?' He tried calling. But there was no answer.
'Squid??' Silence. Complete silence.
Zigzag didn't know what to do.
Was he supposed to walk and try to find a way out of this place?
Was he supposed to keep trying to contact Squid?
Was he supposed to try and wake up?
He swallowed. Hesitantly, he lifted up his foot and placed it out in front of him. It seemed as if there was board there, for he didn't fall.
Zigzag took a few steps forward, before realizing he wasn't going to be able to find a way out of here.
If he started falling, it seemed as if he would plummet forever.
There was no way out.
There were no ends, there were no walls, there were no people, there was no color, and there were no feelings.
No comfort, no happiness, no reassurance, no support.
No hope.
No nothing…