I felt my eyes fall shut and my arms give way. I remember this feeling. It's like when I broke my arm. I can't move yet I can feel and hear. Though unlike before I don't feel the pain associated with this feeling. Only the calm darkness engulfing my vision, my thoughts, my body, and me all. Though now when I look down now it seems so far. Now his name is too hard to say. This time I won't forget him. This time I'll keep his face burned into my mind, forevermore.
All I remember from there was when I woke up I felt sick. I don't know why I felt that way. Just felt sick. The mattress below me was hard and I could feel the springs deep in my back. Not breaking skin, but nearly. When I opened my eyes all I saw was those hauntingly wood walls of Gregory's house. The shutters shut and locked. No curtains and a locked door. MY eyes landed on the book case. Some books I'd never even thought to read before. So I sat up with the aching pain in my head and my back from the constant stabbing in my back from the mattress. I pushed the musty and slightly damp grey blanket off myself. Standing up, though my legs felt like gelatin. I could barely move them. I grabbed a random book before flopping back down onto bed. I felt the springs stab into me as I bounced once after flopping. Looking at the book I'd grabbed. The cover was cardboard and the sleeve was bent and ripped with a thick coat of dust over it. The book was probably older. So I opened it, reading the lights of yellow stained paper. The smudged in that was on the pages. My fingers littered with dust and cobwebs. Ignoring the knocking of feet above me and the slowly rising morning. The shivering cold air biting and nipping at my skin with every movement. Though I could use the blanket I'm not sure if it would have worked since it's a bit damp and well anything wet in this cold couldn't be good.
I heard the door creak open and I shot my head over to see a very tired man. Those sunken eyes. It must be Gregory, though I don't quite remember who he is. How did we meet? Why do I trust him? Why am I here again?