"Hello?" I whisper causiously. I look around but all I see is darkness. No light and no sound except for my heavy breathing. "Hello!?" I yell louder this time. I get no reply. I touch the damp ground and feel something squishy. "Ahh!" I whimper as I pull my hand away from the mysterious glob. I try to stand up but my legs won't seem to cooperate. My body feel weak and run down, like I just ran a marathon. I focus on all of my strength and manage to sit up. "Is anyone there!!" I yell. My voice is weak from misuse. How long have I been here? I ask myself. Suddenly I see a small light coming from the corner to my left. I crawl over to the light and touch it. It's a small crack in the wall. It burns my eyes, since I'm so used to seeing darkness, but I don't care. I am just so grateful for seeing light. With the little amount of light given I look at my hand. It's covered in dirt and grime. I sit there looking at the light for what seems like hours, when I suddenly hear a male voice. At first I think it's my imagination playing games with me, but I hear it again. I can't make out any words, but I definetly hear a voice. Before I can even think about how tired and worn out I am, I start yelling. "Who's there!!!!??" I ask. I hear more mumbling, and the crack grows larger. The voices are definetly coming from the crack! I tell myself. I continue yelling whatever comes to mind, and the voice keeps getting louder. After a few minutes of this I can actually make out the words. "Calm yourself! I'm coming." I hear the voice say. "Please Hurry!" I yell. The male voice stops talking and the crack continues getting larger, and larger. The light is so bright that I have to cover my eyes. I bury my face in my hands to block out the blinding light and feel the crack get so large that I can walk through it. I gradually uncover my eyes to let them get used to the light. After about five minutes I can finally see. There is a teenage boy of about 15 standing infront of me, he has longish brown hair, a red shirt that says "Silver University", black converse, and jeans on. I look up at him and all of a sudden feel furious. He was the one who trapped me in that horrible place wasn't he. He smiles and opens his mouth to start talking, but before he can get any words out I slap him with all of my force on the left cheek.
Sorry for the cliff-hanger!
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The Third Dreamer
FantasyWhen Ingrid wakes up in a mysterious place and can't remember anything of her past life her friend or maybe enemy Matthew has to help her get out.
