More Than a Million Miles (Away)

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6:47 AM.

You quietly stare at the screen of your phone, the light shining on your tired face. You hadn't been able to sleep the entire night, and only now had fatigue been crawling up on you. Although nothing about this was unusual, it was still very bothersome.

You clutch your phone to your chest as you turn it off and proceed to shift farther into the blanket. A sigh escapes your lips as you close your eyes, letting sleep pull you away into her arms.

It may have been minutes that passed, or hours, you didn't know, but you're suddenly forced awake as your back collides with what seems like solid ground. Your eyes shoot open, and you began to claw at your throat, gasping for the air that was knocked out of your lungs. A few seconds later and you could finally breathe again. You wiped at the tears that had accumulated at the edges of your eyes as you coughed, still trying to recover.

You sat up, your back slightly aching. You look down at your hand to see it shaking, then look back up to take your surroundings. Stretching out far and wide was a whole lot of nothing, an empty blank void. The only thing you could see was yourself, the blanket and your phone. Wait. Your phone!

You crawl your way over to it and pick it up, your shaking hands fumbling while you inspected it. There were a few cracks here and there, but other than that it seemed fine when you turned it on. Except for the time. The numbers on the screen were constantly changing and glitching out and frankly, it was hurting your eyes. You turn it back off and pocket it as you stand up. You pick up the blanket and tie it around your neck like a makeshift cloak. As you walked forward, you stumble on your feet and nearly fall over. The vast emptiness was thoroughly messing with you.

You sigh and continue walking forward. How were you supposed to live, laugh, love in these conditions?

In the corner of your eye, you see a speck of black dancing around. You turn to face it to make sure your eyes weren't playing some sort of trick on you. Your hand goes up to your eyes and rubs at them as you squint to see it more. From the black speck, you see another emerge from behind? In front? Of it. This one was lighter and-

Oh, they're getting bigger and looking less like specks of dust. And what is that noise?
Wait, are they speaking? Then this must mean there are others here as well?

You cautiously make your way over to them, afraid, but glad that there are others here besides yourself. You clear your throat. "Hello?" You shout to them. They don't seem to hear you, so you try again, a little louder this time, but still to no avail. You stand there, sighing in irritation.

Once you look back up to them, you realized that they are, in fact, fighting each other. Though it looked less like a fight, and more like a battle. An unusual one, but definitely one you did not want to get yourself into. It looked like it would destroy buildings if there were any around.

Before you knew it, you had turned the opposite way and ran as fast as you could, though you couldn't really tell if you were going anywhere. You weren't much of a fighter and always found yourself better at dodging anyways. You had even titled yourself as the 'best dodger' when you were younger, and its kind of just stuck with you despite how cringy it seems now. Maybe you should think up better titles that won't flood you with shame.

Just as quickly as you thought it, that title was immediately stripped away when something collided with your back, causing you to stumble and fall onto the non-existent ground. Whatever the hell it was that knocked you down was heavy and pinned you down well. You squirmed and struggled to slip out or get it off. After some time the adrenaline wore off and your limbs began to feel sore. Eventually you fell limp and gave up trying. You were exhausted and couldn't exert anymore energy. At some point, you had even managed to once again, fall asleep.