A Dark Trip

It begins

     Safely in my room we began to calm down. It was a slow process, but we eventually moved on. We watched movies, played games, and eventually managed to sleep.

     The usual darkness of dreamless sleep left my vision. I turned in several directions, attempting to gain my bearings. From the let I could just make out the sound of a stream. The right held no sound, scent, or sight for me to evaluate. I walked towards the left, towards the stream. 

     It felt like hours until I reached my destination. I honestly wish it took longer. The stream held blood in place of water, the grass devoid of life, even the air held death and pain. Turning in circles I began to study my surroundings. As far as I could see it was black grass, red blood, and smokey air.

     In the distance, I saw a figure that blended in the shadows. My chocolate eyes observing the area around the person. I finally knew where the blood was coming from. A body lay at the mysterious figures feet, blood flowing from the body to the river. The figure turned and, in that one moment, I knew who it was. I just didn't want to believe it.

     I awoke to the numerous screams of my friends. Listening again I noticed one scream missing, Tanner. I quickly stood and turned towards Maya, she was crying and looking at a spot at the floor. Following her gaze, I looked to the floor, Tanner's body was leaking blood into a stream. Almost exactly like my dream.

     The next few moments were dead silent. Then, almost as if a switch has been switched, chaos followed. It was difficult to decipher our screams from our cries.