"One day it will arrive. You must try to survive. We may not be able to keep you alive. Be careful; may your luck thrive."
You wake up in fear. Sweat runs down your face. Your heart is pounding. Your head is throbbing. What happened? you ask yourself. All you see is darkness surrounding you. You feel two cold hands wrap around your neck. They are not squeezing you, yet holding on softly as if they are confused. You try to scream for help. No sound comes out. You try to feel around your mouth if something is there. But your hands are locked into where you are sitting. You squirm ad kick around in your chair. The air is getting colder and it is getting harder to breathe. The hands around your neck loosen and soon you cannot feel them. What is happening? you think to yourself. Where am I?
Then you hear water.
Not water dripping from a faucet, but loud, gushing water, demolishing anything in it's way. Your heart beats faster. You keep kicking and squirming and moving, trying to break free from whatever state you are in--but then, everything goes quiet.
Darkness.
Silence.
You feel the hands again. They are not around your neck, nor your face, but holding you by your hands. They feel different. They feel frail and skinny. You sense kindness in the hands even though you cannot see them. Your heart rate slows. You feel much better.
Then the lights turn on.
The hands, connected to nothing but a doll's body, is being dragged away by something you cannot see clearly. It is not a person. It is something beyond comprehension in the world you currently live in.
It is a shadow.
Dragging away the only kindness you have.
More shadows approach you, and you feel tears running down your cheeks.
The lights turn off.
