I'm lost.
There's crooks, crannies and narrow pathways; lying mirrors and trickster illusions, familiar faces that speak unfamiliar words — cruel.
I stare at the walls that surround me. Why am I here? Where even is here? My mind is a scattered mess, all I know is that I must run, run before he finds me, whoever he is... before all is lost.
I run.
Sprint up the moving staircases and through doors that lead to places unheard of. My head is swimming. I need to get out, yes, warn them of what will happen and how it will end. How will it end?
It's getting louder now – deafening, he draws closer. I fling open the nearest door.
Soon I find myself falling, falling into a sea of grey and I desperately attempt to stay afloat, I swim and swim. It's hopeless. The water pulls at me, urging me to surrender and join its graveyard, arms flapping uselessly as my lungs die and breathing becomes more rapid; everything is blurry and time stands still.
This wonderland has no exit.
Darkness slowly consumes my vision, I let go.
There's something pulling me out, a hand, cold and wet. Clinging to the anchor, I'm devouring the air in seconds, the hand releases me. There's someone in front of me. He's saying something but my ears are ringing. Lifting my head, I meet icy blue, and suddenly everything makes sense.
Anakin?
My eyes snap open, and I'm back in my bed. I swipe at my drenched forehead, trying to steady the frantic beating of my heart.
It's too quiet, too late.
NOTE:
This whole thing is a mess and simply an attempt to reign in the thief of time that is procrastination –feedback is much, much appreciated as I need all the help I can get.
Thank you for reading :)