Diandra began to walk forward. She realized that she hated the loneliness. And in all honestly, she favoured Aidylin's company. Diandra looked up and squinted, trying to see past the mist. Then she saw it. She was standing on a rock. She looked below, and it was literaly nothingness. If she were to fall... Her neck would break before she would make it to the floor. Diandra cringed at the thought. Then she looked forward. Her eyes widened. A very thin and unstable path. It reminded Diandra of a tightrope. She imangined all the people who never made it, and are probably all wandering at the bottom of the chasm.
Diandra stood there, trying to find the courage and the plan to cross it. And she decided that she would just simply cross.... She would wing it. She stepped foward, as she made it onto the unstable path, she spread out her arms, hoping it help her balance. A few more steps forward. And she wasn't even near the middle. It seemed so long... Would she even make it to the end? Diandra didn't dare close her eyes, but she kept on looking down, the fear piling up. As the fear kept coming, she noticed the bridge was crumbling behind her.
Diandra began to rush, and the path was crumbling behind her. "Okay, calm down."
She stopped and took a deep breath, closed her eyes and as she released her breath, she released the fear with it. Once the fear was gone, the bridge was a bit more stable. And it had stopped crumbling.
Diandra slowly made her way to the middle. As she reached the middle, she saw something coming at her. Then she realised it wasn't something. It was a bunch of things. As they came closer, Diandra saw what they were, the spirits who fell down.
"Save us..." They moaned and groaned with sorrow. "Help us..."
They grabbed her feet and started pulling down. Their hands were cold, and leathery.
"Let go!" Diandra screamed, and kicked them away. She began to fall backwards. "No! I need to do this!"
The hands grabbed her arms, and the darkness envolved her body. She closed her eyes. Diandra finally accepted that she lost. She could feel the tears stream down her cheeks, and she passed out.
Diandra patted the ground with her hands. Cold and hard.
"This is hell." She whispered, then realized something. "Wait. Isn't hell suppose to be scorching?"
Diandra opened her eyes, and sat up. She scanned the area, and then something clicked in her brain. She had made it. Diandra could see the bridge above, where she fell from.
She scrambled to get feet, and she was grinning, "I still haven't lost yet!" Diandra thought aloud.
She walked through the valley, it was deserted, she loathed the sound of utter silence. What seemed like days, Diandra was out of the valley, and in... She wasn't sure what. Maybe just pure nothingness. All around her was just white. It almost seemed like the creator neglected to even create an obstacle right here. As soon as Diandra put both her two feet in the white abyss, she stopped. Should she turn around? Or continue? Maybe just travel a bit here...
So Diandra began to walk again in the nothingness. As time passed, she decided to turn around, and when she did the valley was gone. In fact, all colour had disappeared. Diandra vaguely heard herself whimper in fear.
"I can't be lost..." Diandra closed her eyes tightly, hoping that this was just part of her imagination. When she opened them, it was all the same. Just white.
Diandra began to walk back to where she came, hoping to find it. And of course, she didn't. She finally just came to a fault, and sit down. Then Diandra put her head in her hands, and just thought. She thought about letting down her new friend, Aidylin. And all the other wanderers that she had yet to meet.
And then she heard footsteps. They were heavy, and echoed each time they hit the ground. Diandra looked up, and saw a man walking towards her. He wore a long black coat, and steel toed boots. As well as then his hair was a dark brown, almost black.
"Hello?" Diandra stood up.
" 'Ello pretty lady." He grins, his voice is thick with a British accent, "I 'ear that you can 'elp me get out of this god forsaken place."
Diandra nods. "I can, if I succeed."
"Your in luck m'dear. Just 'elp me get out of this damned emptiness."
"Slight problem." diandra sighs.
"I don't like the sounds of that." He begins to frown.
"I'm lost also." She looks down, disappointed at herself.
"It looks like we are doomed." He mutters.
"Wait, you aren't a wanderer?" Her eyes widen.
He laughs, " 'ell no! Nor will I ever become one of those lost souls!"
Diandra stares at him, appalled. "Wow..."
"Well, come on, we gotta keep on looking." He grumbles and holds out a hand.
Diandra reached out and grabbed it. The man pulled her up. Then she began to think of the of her death. Next thing she knew is everything went black.
" 'ey!" The man yelled, "don't leave! Stay awake!" Then his voice faded.
Diandra rubbed her eyes. And when she opened them, there she was in her home... She saw the man who murdered her... And her dead body. The man was bent her lifeless body. Diandra leaned over to see what the man was doing to her. Her eyes widened, she almost vomited. Well she would of if she was alive.
The man had her stomach cut open, his shirt, arms hands and mouth as well as chin were stained in blood. He was eating her. Then next thing she knew is that the police barged in. The man tried to defend himself, but the police over powered him. They dragged him out, and then everything fast forwarded.
Diandra found herself at her own funeral. She chuckled without humour. "ironic..."
She saw people, who loved her, knew her, and even the co-workers who wanted nothing to do with her celebrating her life.
"Diandra..." Diandra heard her sobbing begin "she was so lively. She never backed down from a challenge, nor did she lose one..."
Her voice was drowned out by a loud buzzing noise. Her best friend kept talking. Why couldn't she hear the buzzing noise! The noise got louder. Diandra covered her ears and began to scream. The noise felt like it was going to kill her. She passed out.
