Alone

I woke in the dark, it was quiet and nothing could be heard for miles. I got out off bed and I noticed that no one was home. There was no sound, no sign of any life near me. I slowly creeped out of my room, the curiosity was eating me away. I kept asking myself. "What the hell's going on? Where the fuck is everyone?" As I walk throughout the hall I feel this unsettling feeling. It was an extremely cold drift that approached from no where. I didn't want to go any further, I couldn't. Each step that I took was harder to take. It felt like I was walking in mud and I was slowly sinking deeper. I had no the slightest clue what was going on I didn't want to find out but I had to If I go back all of this would have been for nothing. It would have just been a waste of time. So I moved forward. I could see the living room grew as I got closer. The room opened up as if it was actually getting bigger, but maybe, it was only my anxiety, my stress, my fear all mashed together and it just becomes one multiple ever so changing emotion. I couldn't shake it for I was in the pit of hell, well at least the pit of torture, but not physical torture no that's too easy. It had to be mental torture. See that's much worse because you slowly become crazy in the eyes of other people, your friends, your family, and your peers all together. And the worst part is that you start to agree with them. You then realize that they're right and you have no choice but to agree with them. At this point you don't know what to do. There's to much going on right now that you have no clue what to think and actually, nothing's going on, you're just too afraid to embrace you're fears and figure out what the hell is going on. No the oil thing that's going on in your head is "WHAT DO I DO?" You become so lost in your own fears that there is no answer, no way out, no easy life. I finally work up the courage to walk to the living room and come to find out. There was actually nothing wrong, not a thing. Nothing's there. I walked around the increasingly terrifying space with nothing on but shorts. I know I had a family because I had memories about them and I couldn't be living in this house all alone, but I do remember coming home not too long ago like maybe a few hours ago and I came and took a nap and when I woke all I had was questions and no sense of what was going on. I came to realize that there was nothing in the house, the doors were looked and everything was untouched. So I thought to myself "maybe my parents went out and took my little sister with them. I then went to my parents room so search for evidence. I look in the drawers and I find nothing, no cloths no shoes in the room, as a matter of fact. There was nothing. No bed, no dresser, nothing in the closet no shows anywhere just absolutely nothing. didn't want to go any further, I couldn't. Each step that I took was harder to take. It felt like I was walking in mud and I was slowly sinking deeper. I had no the slightest clue what was going on I didn't want to find out but I had to If I go back all of this would have been for nothing. It would have just been a waste of time. So I moved forward. I could see the living room grew as I got closer. The room opened up as if it was actually getting bigger, but maybe, it was only my anxiety, my stress, my fear all mashed together and it just becomes one multiple ever so changing emotion. I couldn't shake it for I was in the pit of hell, well at least the pit of torture, but not physical torture no that's too easy. It had to be mental torture. See that's much worse because you slowly become crazy in the eyes of other people, your friends, your family, and your peers all together. And the worst part is that you start to agree with them. You then realize that they're right and you have no choice but to agree with them. At this point you don't know what to do. There's to much going on right now that you have no clue what to think and actually, nothing's going on, you're just too afraid to embrace you're fears and figure out what the hell is going on. No the thing that's going on in your head is "WHAT DO I DO?" You become so lost in your own fears that there is no answer, no way out, no easy life. I finally work up the courage to walk to the living room and come to find out. There was actually nothing wrong, not a thing. Nothing's there. I walked around the increasingly terrifying space with nothing on but shorts. I know I had a family because I had memories about them and I couldn't be living in this house all alone, but I do remember coming home not too long ago like maybe a few hours ago and I came and took a nap and when I woke all I had was questions and no sense of what was going on. I came to realize that there was nothing in the house, the doors were looked and everything was untouched. So I thought to myself "maybe my parents went out and took my little sister with them. I then went to my parents room so search for evidence. I look in the drawers and I find nothing, no cloths no shoes in the room, as a matter of fact. There was nothing. No bed, no dresser, nothing in the closet no shows anywhere just absolutely nothing.