Matt

At first, all was dark.

At first, all was dark. Darker than the waves of the pitch black ocean, darker than the spirals of raven seas twisting together. Darker than the glittering night- sparkling stars being the only shine in the vast sky, while here there was no glimmer nor glow at all. Darker than all atrocities forged together.

At first, he was f
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g. Downwards and downwards, drowning in the depths of pure darkness. Plunging towards the rippling rivers of destructive doom.

His back felt pained, as well as his throat, as sobs were stifled inside his soul, begging to escape his cracked lips.

     "Concert," he yelped silently, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably. "Concert," he had cried again, his mind blurring towards the fact that nothing could be seen, that there was no stage lights- none, not the blinding ones, not even the dimly-lit ones-, no crew, no crowds...not even empty chairs to at least signify that he was still in the concert hall.

But indeed, there was no concert any longer. No concert. No fans. And other things that he certainly could not deal with.

"N-no Pentatonix?" He questioned, running his hands through his caramel locks stressfully, his green eyes flickering, similar to the fading flames of hope within his heart.

"N-no friends? N-no family?"

Nothing. Not family. Not friends. Not even love. Just the bitter silence, endless like the pitter patter of the rippling raindrops cascading down from the crack in the ceiling of his grandmother's house.

Nothing but silence and darkness.

For at first, all was dark.