Skybound

Act 1 - 1

Warning: The story needs to be observed well to understand the plot. Sorry for errors. It will be fixed during the next update. Keep your eyes open for clues...

Enjoy!

Volume 1 - The Last Place You Look

ACT 1 - 1

Febuary 9 2016: 7:30:01

A young teenager stands in his bedroom. Awakened from another nightmare.They stare at the wall. Silently. Stares.

The nightmare was harsh. Small black hands grabbing onto their frail frame, soft but dark whispering in their ear, the feeling of slowly being pushed back into a dank, dark void, thinking that it was death crawling towards them.

Was it death?
Nope
It was only a nightmare.

Then the child bolted awake. Drops of sweat falling down from their face, eyes widened to an extent. Only to close again, following a small sigh.
It was just a nightmare.
Of course, Its easy for them to say that. They were used to this.
Nightmares. That is.

It started with once a month, then months turned to weeks, then weeks turned to days.

Now everytime their eyes close. They meet that darkness. That darkness that makes them want to run, hide, to find light.

But it was never found.

Poor Child.
Poor, Poor Child.

With a sad sigh, they look out the window. Daylight beams through the glass. The darkness is broken, but the feeling remains.
Of course, this was normal.
It was just another regular day..... Right?

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Your name is Callum. You are a child of many interests. But you wish not to speak of them to anyone. Your afraid of what they will think...

Your afraid that they-

Oh. Yes.
You were awakened from another nightmare-

and it just so happens to be your birthday! Happy Birthday To You!

Of course. No one else is here to say that. You live alone, Well technically not.
But you like to say you are alone.

Your "parents" are constantly gone. Busy with work.

Which leaves you by yourself, to be "independent". But you wish they were here. For your birthday at least. But they are not.

Oh well.

You stand up from your bed, you take a good look around.

Your room's a mess. Piles of clothes on the ground. Books scattered and papers falling out from notebooks.

Of course, you were used to this.
This was normal. Right?
Right.

So you continue to look around at the all familiar area. Then you walk away.

It's a school day.