Why was it dark?
There didn't seem to be a lingering memory or clue of how I ended up here, I thought perhaps I was lost in the misted woods yet I found myself crowded by swarms of shadows in this purely empty space, as a large field at the night where nothing can be seen, utter blindness. My unfamiliar and despair breathing crawled around this cold hell as the lethal freezing air of this place imprisoned me and made my heart remain sunken. Conjuring air floated among this dead darkness as mongers of fear, unpleasant smell of rotten animals made my weak body quiver in both terror and disgust as the torturous temperature drain my seemingly illusional consciousness away.
"Hello?" Nobody answered as my voice flew through the wild emptiness, I didn't seem to recognise my own voice, it felt different as I was somehow projected into another person's body. I closed my eyes even though it didn't make a single difference, as I tried to remember how did I get into this strange place, I noticed I couldn't recall anything, not my memories, not my life, and not even my name. I squeezed my head and overwhelmed myself with pressure but nothing was remembered because the unbearable ruthless chill kept on distracting me from focusing, I cuddled myself as hard as a foil but it didn't do anything, was I dead? Maybe it would have been easier if I have convinced myself that it was some sort of an afterlife purgatory, but I refused desperately. It wasn't long until I realised this glacial bloodlust would freeze my body from bottom to top if I stayed stationary, so I had no choice but to stray through this obliviousness.
I began marching forward as I groped around, a careful step by a careful step as the spine-chilling noises of the wooden floor cracking made me think I was probably walking inside an old deteriorated house that was left to rot and fall. The house was as a night sea, a mysterious space lacking brightness where I could only float riskily with my faithful instincts, dangerous waves could possibly drown me in the heartless water without me knowing, but I had to keep going.
My directionless walking in the dark continued until an abrupt noise of a strange distanced groan echoed through, something sounded like a savage animal but stranger, louder, fiercer, hungrier. I gasped softly, both threatened and thrilled, my half-dead ears weren't able to locate where the intimidating noise was coming from. Something else that breathes was submerged within this unsettling obliviousness yet I could not envision a single picture of anything. I was cold, misdirected, confused, afraid, like a lost blind man abandoned in a disaster, all the muscles in my body were sore and exhausted, bones so weakened that I could barely run if I needed to. The unknown creature groaned within the gloominess again, this time even louder and stronger as it was a signal for the start of a hunt, then a horde of raging footsteps began dashing towards me followed by cacophonies of monstrous yelling. Without even knowing where the threat was coming from, I didn't know what to do but to scream as thunderous as I could and I would not even care if my almost-frozen lungs were to rip apart, but my head was drowned in fear, not even a whisper came out from my throat. I collapsed on the delusional ground as the wild beast ceaselessly approach, praying for a miracle as the merciless noises of the unseen creature trotting got louder and louder, closer and closer, it sounded as it has already reached no more than a few metres away from me, I huddled up as a flawed prey ready to be executed, listening to the ear-hurting footsteps of the demon approaching, then my eyes began tearing, then it got even darker, then I couldn't hear anything anymore, then it was..... bright?
Then it was bright? Why was it bright in a sudden? So bright, brighter than the morning sky as if somebody switched on the light in the hopeless darkness so abruptly. Was I killed? Devoured by the monster? I didn't hear the creature anymore, instead I found myself gazing at a white surface like a paralysed patient staring at a ceiling..... a ceiling, a ceiling? Oh........
Robin
I sighed quietly, breathed properly for once and did all I could to stop myself from being still haunted by the unrecovered image. The doctors lied, they promised me those pills were going to cease the uncontrollable nightmares, seemed like it has only gotten even worse, but who was it to blame.... I gently pushed myself up from my untidied bed as the usual realistic morning headache made me relieved, I massaged my head a little like how I always did, the harsh yet comfortable wind helped settling me down in reality but also bringing the barely bearable cold into my undersized room that was portrayed with fantastic disgrace, I must have forgotten to close the windows last night, again. I stared into that rusty but rather big mirror of mine and made sure I was still well alive, my black hair was as messy as a cotton cushion scratched by ten cats, but as long as it's not greasy then it should be fine, my exhausted eyes were surrounded by greyness though, I supposed I would just hide my facial fatigue by putting some makeup on, the school didn't allow it but for sure they wouldn't expect a boy to wear makeup, I knew how to make it look natural.
The house was deadly quiet, my sister and my mother definitely have gone to work already, I gave myself a happy look knowing that I wouldn't need to see them this morning, I wasn't having enough tolerance to be shouted at unreasonably, and my father? God knows where he ran off years ago, the police told us he was dead but never showed us his body, he was a smart man at least, but foolish enough to get himself into gory businesses, ever since he vanished, I was known for that "Kid of a Murderer". Though my father made us a lot of promising money, I didn't much care about him, I didn't care much about this family in general as well, maybe I would if at least one of them gave me just a tiny bit of respect.
I got off my single bed and folded the dusty blanket, then snatched my thin diary book and a pen from my wooden drawer for a regular rant of the day.
"Dear Diary, I'm not okay. Just started my day off with a weird creepy nightmare where I was in some sort of a dark dimension, then some demon started hunting me out of nowhere, I probably died, but I don't really care, I wouldn't even care if I really really die. Today is the first day of year 10 by the way, might as well just get stuck in an endless cycle of revising and getting made fun of, can't wait to overwork everyday then get my recognition stolen off by other people, yay.... And if I see any of those posh popular kids bragging about every minute details of their life then I swear to God, ugh...... That's pretty much it, I'll see you after school, yeah - Robin, 1st September," I muttered as I wrote a paragraph of rant at the same time, then put the book back into the drawer and took nice care of it. Brushed my teeth afterwards, got dressed in those antique and curled up uniforms I have been wearing since 3 years ago, smiled at the mirror as a way to practise the expected polite way of greeting others, then I started my day....
