Darkness engulfed me as I fell, deeper and deeper until there was nothing left. After what felt like an eternity of falling, I finally hit the ground.
I pulled myself up and looked around. There was... nothing.
I looked left and right, but there was nothing there. Only darkness.
Is darkness really anything? I wondered. Is darkness truly just the absence of light? And if it is, does that make it something?
I began to walk further into the nothingness. The black, tar-like world surrounded me as I moved forward.
I felt no pain anymore, just... nothing.
My mind was in a completely different place, and my legs led me aimlessly into the dark.
The air smelled like dirt as I continued to walk through the dark space.
Deeper and deeper I went until something finally appeared in my line of sight.
"Is someone there?" I shouted into the darkness.
The only sound I heard was the echo of my own voice bouncing along the void.
"Hello?" I tried again, but again the only response was my own echo.
As my legs carried me closer to the strange figure, my mind wandered.
Where am I?
Am I dead?
Where is The Boy in White?
Finally, I snapped back to reality as I stood facing the stranger's back.
"Hello?" I said, lightly tapping the person on their shoulder.
The stranger turned and stared at me with cold, dead eyes.
It was me.
"Who are you?" I questioned. "Are you me?"
The figure just stared back, his blue eyes matching mine.
"The Boy in White, is that you?" I asked.
The figure—myself—just stared back at my face.
Giving up, I turned around, but was strangely met with another figure I wasn't expecting to see.
"Randy?"
"Randy, is that you?" I said to the second figure that stared at me. His green eyes bore into mine as I rushed forward to engulf him in a hug.
"Thank God you're here. I have no idea what's happening right now. Am I dead? Are you dead? Where are we?" The questions grew like wildfire, with no way to control them.
I eventually pulled away from Randy and looked at him. He looked the same as before, except for a few things.
His eyes were glued to my every move.
His once tanned skin was now white as paper, and his once lively eyes were now dull and grim.
"Randy?" I questioned. "Are you okay?"
Suddenly, his mouth turned upward into a smile.
It wasn't the nice, warming kind of smile. It was a full-face smile filled with pain.
He began to laugh giddily at me.
Scared, I tried turning away, but he pushed me into myself.
I looked at the person before me. The smile looked unpleasant on my own face as the copycat shoved me back into another figure.
As I held onto the person for support after being shoved, I looked up and was met with another familiar face.
"Danny?" I gasped.
YOU ARE READING
Alone At Last (UNEDITED)
AdventurePLEASE READ DESCRIPTION! Everyone likes being alone once an a while. That feeling of peace and all your problems drifting into space melting away, 16 year old Luke soon learns that being alone is not always a pleasant feeling. When he wishes to be l...
