Nothing in this World

prologue

lina:
How do I tell a well-structured story when life is absolute chaos? 

Darkness.

It's a funny state, isn't it?

There are loads of ways to interpret darkness.

It could be the darkness that brought light along with it, the one that most people prefer.

It could be the darkness that some people find the most comfort in. The kind of comfort no human being or animal could bring.

It could also be the darkness that makes people afraid of whatever's lurking beneath, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

In my case, I didn't even know where I was. The throbbing in my head was getting worse.

ugh...where am i? why can't i open my eyes? i can't believe those fuckers caught me-

I knew I needed to stop panicking. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

I slowly tried moving, but I felt like I was bound by something. was that rope?

With great difficulty, I opened my eyes, seeing that I was in a dark room, on a chair bound by what I guessed correctly, rope.

My vision still wasn't focusing, but I could make out the silhouette of a mattress(?) to my left. Looking around more, I saw little to nothing due to the lack of light illuminating my surroundings.

Slowly I was realizing how I even got here.

So how I got myself into this situation, you ask?

Well, that's a whole great story.

It all happened a year ago when...