Where Demons Hide

Rant-mode

Walking over cracked grounds, ranting to myself, saying all the things I wish I had the strength to say. My usual bitching session. I'm walking on the field behind my house, on a little path tucked out of sight. I have two dogs but they're not with me, mum walked them without me which for some reason has uber pissed me off.
"If he just let me help him..." I mutter to myself, chuntering about all the problems in the world I can think of just to keep my busy until

It all
Goes
Black

Sat on the floor... Somewhere? My only thought is 'where the hell am I?!' And then my thick brain manages to realise... There's no floor.
I'm crouched down in water, sinking fast. The waters dragging me under, pulling me down, drowning me. I open my mouth to scream and lash out with my hands but sudden a girl, maybe twenty- I'm rubbish at ages- grabs my arm and heaves me out, dragging me onto the sand and covering my mouth

"Kernel Fleck!" She yells in an incredibly heavy American accent "Get your ass over here now!" That's lovely. A bald boy, about my age runs up to us and I notice that he wears no shoes.
"Calm it Nadia!" He chuckles. This must be Kernel. What a weird name... Surely it's not his real name? "what's wro-" he sees me and stops dead "Who's that?!" Nadia merely shrugs and releases me, runs a hand over her scarred face. Kernel tells me quickly to be quiet but politely asks for my name. I almost give him a lecture about first world feminism but manage to flick off rant mode and talk like a normal human being.
"I'm Milli Wilkerson... I'm from Engla- Holy cheesy wotsits thesandispurple" great, I've already managed to embarrass myself. The sky is dark, it's late evening and I've only just noticed...the sand is freaking PURPLE.

"Yeah, Well Milli, Wait till you see the demons,