"Wha... w... Wait where am I?" I gripped life with full force as I compelled myself to reason about the situation.
It was still dark, maybe because my eyelids were still closed. I couldn't make a clear distinction between the environment and my thoughts.
Was I still in a dream? It was not apparent and unlikely. I saw spirals of black ribbons and at the time, I thought it was my imagination.
"It's time to open, eyes," I told myself jokingly as I forced them to open.
They didn't open and it was then that reality struck me in the eye, although my eyes were closed. The darkness seemed a bit too familiar. As if I had not only seen but lived in it.
I then began to question myself, reliving memories. My mind suddenly remembered my phone.
"What's the time?" I asked myself, thinking another part of my brain would answer it.
I flinched slightly, remembering the incident that occurred earlier that day. The darkness and the vase I shattered leaving me dumbfounded.
I had the will to stand and so I did. I pulled myself up and surprisingly, I could. It didn't feel like I could before or maybe it was just because I hadn't attempted it.
As my legs adjusted, it was only a few seconds before I stood upright. Then, my perspective changed. I could see everything from an omniscient point of view which startled me.
"This darkness..." I couldn't comprehend what I was seeing; a vast emptiness of space. It was so little, yet so much as if there were entities that I could feel but couldn't sight.
I ran as far as my legs could carry me out of fear. I turned back only to see that I hadn't advanced much. At the spot, I started to question my athletics. I had always deceived myself that I was very athletic if not the most athletic in the country.
Amidst my self-deceit, I started panting. My shadow was a light tint and seeing that scared me even more. I slowly backed up thinking I could escape my weirdly colored shadow.
"Ouch! What was that." I had just hit something but that was the problem. I didn't know what I had just bumped into.
I flinched and slowly tilted my head but I saw nothing. I moved again and I could pass easily. It was as if the spot had become less dense than the air itself.
"Hey!!" A voice echoed in my head but I could not identify the source.
I faced upwards, circling the same spot and looking in all directions in search of the source. I heard the voice again but this time, filled with agony. He bellowed in pain and I leaped away my initial position.
I could feel something behind me, but as usual, I couldn't discern what it was. All of a sudden, the darkness began to clear as water droplets splashed on my face.
"Is it raining...?" I asked myself in my last moments of the vast space.
The darkness lifted like fog but beyond the fog was more darkness. I lifted my hands, and unlike the experience at home, they were light and mobile.
I tried looking down but I couldn't see my hands move. My omniscient perspective vanished once the water droplets made contact with my eyes and now, I was unable to perceive the space around me.
Almost like I wasn't in the void again.
"Maybe I'm not in that scary place and I can open my eyes again." I gave myself hope, lifting my hands in the air and placing them on my eyes.
I gently rubbed them and eventually attempted to open them once again. I opened them slowly, filled with hope of life. Light immediately rushed into my eyes and I flinched as my eyes adjusted to the light.
"Hey, are you okay?" A boy who looked the same age as me spoke, lightly slapping me on the cheek.
His face looked familiar but my eyes were too busy adjusting to the sudden light that his face was too blurred out to recognize. He had short black hair and wand as dressed in a jersey and shorts.
As I tried comprehending the situation, he stretched his hand out to me. I grabbed it and he pulled me up. It was then that I blinked, my eyes widening to realize that it was the friend of mine who had planned on a meeting today, Lovansth Kyrie.
He was a kind young boy and had just started his growth sprout. He looked troubled and I could see the trembles in his eyes. He was the only friend I had at the time, or rather, the only one my dad would allow to play with me at home.
"Don't settle for middle-class people, aim for those in your class." I could remember my dad utter those words, and the face he wore anytime he said it.
It filled me with disgust, and I realized how filthy my dad had been even though I failed to notice it earlier.
Kyrie and I exchanged pleasantries as he explained the situation we were in. We were in a large rectangular box, the size of an entire soccer field. I looked up, spotting the ventilation systems Kyrie had just introduced me to.
Why was I in such an odd place and where was my dad? I asked myself over and over in hopes of being answered but the chances of getting any clues were low.
Everyone else in the box looked as confused as I was. They all looked betrayed, I could see it in their eyes. They had eyes of anger and vengeance just like I did.
"So you're telling me that the parents of these people all betrayed them just like ours? It was either their father, mother, or sometimes both?" I asked, continuing the conversation with Kyrie.
"Afraid so... No one here seems happy, and even though I haven't asked everyone yet, they all seemed to possess the same eyes that you had when your father stabbed you with the syringe.
I could see you from the window over there." He pointed at a small opening at the foot of one of the corners of the room.
I walked slowly towards it but halted as soon as I remembered my father's actions. I clenched my fists, tears pouring down my eyes through my cheeks as I swore to have my revenge on my dad.