I opened my eyes and looked around, trying to figure out where I was, only to find myself surrounded by pitch-black darkness. "Where the heck am I?" when I opened my mouth, nothing came out, not even a whisper. After some time of trying to yell for help to no avail. I began to walk in a random direction to find another human being. As I wandered, I noticed there weren't any sounds in this unknown place. I couldn't hear my footsteps either. Finally, after walking for what seemed to be an hour or so, I stopped walking and sat down, "I can't speak, and no one else is here, and it's very silent. What's weird is I can't find anything here. There's no water, and there are no plants." I looked up into the darkness. "At least my thoughts aren't silent." I stared at the blackness surrounding me, hoping something or someone would find me. Then, as if someone had listened to my hopeful thought, I heard a giggle. I looked around, feeling confused. I stood and heard another laugh, "I knew it wasn't my ears playing tricks on me." I tried yelling for help, but nothing came out. "If someone else can make sounds, why can't I?" another laugh came from behind me, I turned to face the person who was giggling, but all I saw was the darkness surrounding me. I looked around and saw no one else there. "Have I lost my mind?" I shuddered, "Keep calm and try to analyze the situation." I repeated in my head. "Where was I before I got here?" I paced around, trying to recall what had happened a few hours ago. Finally, I stopped walking and stared at my shoes, " I don't remember anything!"
I knew I might be trapped here forever if I couldn't find a way out. "What do I know?" I looked up and sighed a soundless sigh. " I'm surrounded by darkness, possibly made up of darkness itself. No sound can be made or heard, except a giggle from an unknown creature, its whereabouts are also unknown." I looked around, hoping to find another living being, suddenly a shriek came from behind me. I turned and saw it, I saw myself as a child, my five-year-old self, but everything about me was horrifyingly wrong.
My left eyeball was gone. All that remained was an empty eye socket with blood pouring out, my right foot was twisted at a one-hundred-twenty-degree angle, and there was a hole in the left side of my chest. The hole went clean through my tiny, fragile body. The worst was my face, the pain, and fear that my little face displayed, was enough to make me throw up, and my vision blurred as warm tears poured from my eyes. When I finished throwing up, I heard a muffled voice, I couldn't locate where it was coming from, nor could I make out what the voice said. I listened to the voice again, this time louder, "Al . . . ake . . . up!" I looked around, trying my best not to look at my younger self. "La . . . for . . . ool . . . " after I heard m the voice for the third time, I blacked out. I felt someone shaking me, and I slowly opened my eyes to adjust to the light. "Alex. Alex, wake up!" the male voice yelled impatiently. I looked at the person. I didn't recognize him. The person stopped once he saw my eyes were open. "Hurry up, Alex, we can't be late for our first day at our new school." the person told me impatiently. I looked at the person blankly. I processed everything the person told me. It all came back to me at that moment. I remembered, "Crap, it's our first day at our new school!" I thought in my mind as I jumped out of bed and went to shower. It was a routine of mine to take a shower in the morning. After my shower, I returned to my room to put some clothes on. Once I had my clothes on, I grabbed my duffel bag from under the bed. I went to the kitchen and saw the person who woke me up. He was eating some waffles. His back was turned towards me.
I walked toward him as silently as possible and proceeded to stand beside him and stare at him. Nearly thirty seconds had passed before he finally noticed me and yelled out in fear, "Ghost!" once he recognized me, he looked at me with a face that said, 'Why on earth would you do that?' I chuckled as he glared at me and turned to finish his waffle. The good-looking fellow that's eating a waffle is my brother, Zack. He is fifteen, in grade ten, and looks like a delinquent, but trust me, he is a softy with a big warm heart, and he's childish at times. He gets excited over everything; if Zack were to make a new friend, he would get energetic, like a dog when his owner returns from work. That's basically how to describe Zack, a lively and eager dog-like fifteen-year-old human.
The only way you can see Zack in action is if you were to harm someone innocent or someone he knows, the action gets more heated when the person being abused or injured is family and friends. I stared at Zack for a few moments, I grabbed a pen that was lying on the counter and wrote on a random piece of paper, "Your hair is messy as always. I thought you would've fixed your hair because it's our first day at school." he looked at me with a face that said, 'That's a joke, right?' while he took another bite into his waffle. Zack wakes up and leaves his hair as it is, not caring whether it looks good or bad. Honestly, though, he makes the messy hair look good. I don't know how to describe it. It just looks good. "Morning, boys." I looked at where the voice came from. There at the entrance of the kitchen, stood our mother. "Good morning, mom. How are you?" Zack greeted mother.
I smiled and walked over to kiss her on the cheek. This is our mother, Luda Willaim, who is hardworking and cheerful. Whatever situation mother finds herself in, she always seems to find a way to make it bright and joyous, most of all enjoyable and humorous. She is very patient, and she would make a great teacher. My mother looks like me, with dark brown hair and ocean-blue eyes. Her eyelashes are long, like mine. Mother got married to father twenty years ago. "What are you two still doing here?" Zack raised his waffle for mom to see. "You're gonna be late because you wanna finish your waffles?" she crossed her arms, "You can walk to school and eat." Zack nodded his head in agreement. "Well then, what are you waiting for?" Zack grabbed his other waffle and walked towards the door, where his bag and shoes were. I followed Zack to the door. Once his shoes and backpack were on, he opened the door and ate the other waffle.
When I saw Zack take a bite out of the waffle, my stomach let out a growl. Both of us looked at each other and laughed. My brother and I may have different personalities and looks, but that doesn't mean we don't get along. I mean, come on, we're brothers. What'd you expect? "You didn't eat?" mom came out of the kitchen worriedly. I shook my head and waved at her as I began to walk out of the house when suddenly, a flip-flop hit my head.
"What the . . . " I heard Zack murmur as I looked at the flip-flop. It was my mother's flip-flop. "Are you saying you're not going to eat the waffles I made for you?" my mother yelled from the kitchen, "Because if that's what you're saying, then I guess I'll have to shove the waffles down your throat." my mother continued as she gave me a smile that meant, 'I will do it.' I looked over at Zack with despair on my face. "Please help me, Zack." I pleaded in my mind.
"Alex will eat and walk as I will." she looked at me after those words slipped out of Zack's mouth as if seeing if I would do it. I looked at my mother and gave her a reassuring smile and nod, her smile changed from a menacing 'I will do it.' to a sweeter smile that said, 'I made it with motherly love.' She walked into the kitchen and came back a moment later with three waffles in her hand. I kissed her cheek and said goodbye as I grabbed the waffles. "See you later." Zack walked out first. I was about to follow him when I remembered I didn't have my flip phone or headphones. I ran towards my room and hurriedly grabbed my flip phone and headphones. Once I had my headphones and flip phone, I ran outside, closing the door behind me.