The Black Ball

Alone

Black
All I see is black
It's everywhere
I can't move much, the inky black substance is thick and smells of hot tar, though it's cold to the touch. I hear nothing, and a ringing in my ears begins because of it. Nobody seems to be in this black room with me. I feel alone and lost.
I look around then down at myself.
"A ball gown?"
A purple ball gown is what I see. It's sparkly and made well, it's also torn, ripped and covered in the slimy stuff with spots of dark red and I'm afraid to know for a fact if its what kind think it is. I feel it, it's soft. My hands reach for my head and find my hair in a mess, I feel my face and my hands come away slick in a red liquid.
"Blood...my blood?"
I try to speak, but I can't, my voice box feels like it's missing.
Though the room is entirely dark, a small source of light shines upon me. I can't find the direct source though.
The light makes the black goo shine some, I reach down to touch it. As I go to feel the slime, another light catches my attention. Something is in the mess, it's close enough for me to grab and I do. Pulling it from the goop, I guess it to be a pocket watch of some sort. A fancy 'Z' is engraved on the gold lid. It's a simple thing, a long gold chain is attached to it. I'm about to put it away when I suddenly stop. Examining it close I see two names.
"Ruby and Zuta"
I...recognise those names. I suddenly can't see the names for my vision is starting to have spots spread across it. My head begins to hurt and I start to go numb.
And I gasp.
I remember