50 Shades of Blue

Saving Nash

Travelling through the void feels... cold. I reach out for something, anything, but there's nothing. Even my own hands aren't visible, I'm completely and hopelessly engulfed in the darkness surrounding me. My mind begins to wonder. What am I supposed to do? I try to call out but get no response other than the hollow echo of my own voice.

Maybe I'm meant to just walk? But how will I know whether or not I'm going in the right direction? After realizing I have nothing to lose, I take a hesitant step forward. My step emits a loud squelch. However, my foot feels nothing. Taking a deep breath, I continue to walk through the void.

I begin to think about Nash. At this point it's involuntary. We may have only been together for about a month, but I'm confident that what we have is real. The love we have for one another is unlike any other, he means more to me... than Home Depot means to Mr. Logerado. He means more to me than... gold and diamonds mean to the greediest burglar. And I'm confident that he feels the same way.

Even despite the ghetto battle we had when he called me a bitch and I wounded his meat puppet, our love still thrives. And no one will ever come between us. Most importantly, I hope he's okay. I don't even want to imagine what would become of me if he were to be hurt. Or worse, killed.

Just as these dark thoughts enter my brain, I see the light. No, not metaphorically. Literally. A beautiful white glow surrounds what appears to be the exit of this void, or wherever it is that I am.

I find myself letting out a sigh, as if I had been holding my breath the entire time I've roamed this realm of nothingness. The intensity of the glow begins to hurt my eyes and I realize that it's time to leave.

A sudden gust of air hits me as soon as I get out, blowing my hair around my face wildly. I squint my eyes as they adjust to the sudden change of scenery. Cobblestone tiles stretch below me down a narrow, damp corridor. Am I underground? Grey brick walls extend to the ceiling, where I notice a torch providing light to the hallway.

What is with all of the dungeons? I mean, Nash has a different type of dungeon... But a dungeon is a dungeon nonetheless! It must be a supernatural creature thing. Maybe I should invest in one? But I'm not a vampire or a warlock or Santa Claus. The more I think about it, the stranger I realize it is.

Suddenly, I hear voices coming from down the corridor. My breath hitches and I feel my heartbeat pick up. I should be excited! At least I'm not alone, yet I can't help but think of the possibility of the voices belonging to a warlock. Unfortunately, I see nowhere to hide.

My fists curl at my sides as I brace myself for the inevitable run-in I'm about to have with the owners of these voices.

"Oh my god! That is so true! Elsa totally does look like a-"

Jeremy and Hayes enter my field of vision, emerging from a haze of smoke at the end of the hall. Their conversation drops as they notice me as well. My jaw drops and I release a deep breath of relief from my lungs. The two share a look of astonishment before Jeremy sprints towards me.

"Elsa," He pants, "Where have you been? We've been looking all over this janky place for you!"

I frown, why would they have to look for me? Surely they've just gotten here as well? "What do you mean?" I ask.

Hayes catches up, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. "Elsa..."

"What?!"

"You've been gone for four hours." He reveals.

No. There is no way I was in that... place, for that long! It couldn't have been more than twenty minutes. Could it?

Jeremy laughs awkwardly, "Bitch, why do you look so shook?" He clicks his tongue like a drag queen from Rupaul's Drag Race for emphasis.