Dye'd out of Blood

Chapter 1: Voided Pleas

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".......Hn? Where...am i?..."

When I opened my eyes, darkness greeted me-a vast, endless void that swallowed me whole. I felt disoriented, completely lost in this sea of darkness. Panic seized me as I realized I couldn't move and couldn't even sense my own body.

"Where am I? What is this place?" My words echoed fruitlessly into the abyss. "Help! Somebody! Please!" But my voice seemed to vanish, swallowed by the void. Frustration built up within me as I struggled to grasp the situation. "What's happening to me? What day is it? What time?"

Time became a nebulous concept, slipping through my fingers like sand. The fear of being trapped forever in this empty void overwhelmed me. Was this the end? The ultimate afterlife of nothingness? The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and a sense of terror engulfed me.

"I can't be dead... not yet," I muttered, refusing to accept my fate. "There are things I still need to do, things I can't leave unfinished." My desperate pleas continued to reverberate in the silence, but they felt futile. The darkness seemed to mock my existence, leaving me alone with my own thoughts and fears.

I refuse to surrender or let despair consume me. Though my pleas were met with silence, I held onto a glimmer of hope and a stubborn determination to find a way out of this predicament. The emptiness may have silenced my voice, but it wouldn't silence my spirit.

As I was desperately holding on, refusing to give in, a faint sound reached my ears. A glimmer of hope ignited within me as I strained to listen, hoping it would lead me out of this misery. The sound grew closer, gradually becoming louder, and I recognized it as a voice-a muffled, indistinct voice.

"Hey! Can you hear me? Hey!" Excitement surged within me, thinking that perhaps someone was here to save me. I called out to the voice, but my words seemed to dissipate into the void. "Can they not hear me? Is my voice unable to reach them?"

Though they couldn't hear me, the fact that there was someone out there gave me solace. It didn't matter who they were; all that mattered was their potential to save me from this torment.

Despite being unable to reach out, I focused intently on deciphering their words. As I strained my ears, the voice grew louder and clearer, and I could make out a few fragmented phrases.

"@#$@&@&*@(#..."

Initially, the voice sounded garbled, as if an obstacle obstructed my understanding. But with persistence, its meaning began to emerge.

"H...y?....B...ig....h....e..r.."

Wait, it seemed like they were calling out to someone.

"Wa...ke.....u..p!...Br....h..e....r!"

As I continued to listen, the words became more discernible.