"Elliot gets hard" an Elliot x Hard wood floor.

Chapter 3: I couldnt think of a pun to go here

Elliot's feelings were hurt. Elliot thought about sending a response to XXXbloodyrists666XXX. But before he could type anything he was sent a link. "So they must want me to see something..."that's what Elliot originally thought. Until he saw that the username was completely different. "Oh I guess someone else must've messaged me directly..." Elliot said to himself. He didn't know what the link was. But he felt an urge to click it. It was strangely alluring... It felt like there was some sort of magnetic force pulling his finger closer to the screen. His eyes got heavy.
He was interrupted when Sabrina came into the room. "Oh you're awake!" Sabrina said in a surprised manner. Elliot snapped out his trance and looked to Sabrina. "Yeah why? How long was I asleep?" Elliot questioned Sabrina. "Around a week" Sabrina stated. "Again?" Elliot unfazed by this questioned Sabrina. "Yup." Sabrina answered Elliot's question. This was the fifth time Elliot had done this. Thankfully Elliot didn't have anything planned that week. Sabrina walked over and sat on the bed with Elliot. "Seriously you gotta cut that out. It's pretty annoying hearing you snoring 24 friggin/7. Get up and take a shower or something." Sabrina spoke to Elliot.
After Elliot had done that thing that I won't imagine and none of you should imagine either. He walked over to the kitchen. He noticed that the window her fell out of was shut with duct tape. "Huh" Elliot thought to himself. He barely remembered that, probably cause he hit his head really hard on the ground, twice! Elliot ended up making himself something to eat. He made uncooked ramen. It was a sad meal. Elliot washed his dish and headed back to bed. As he walked down the hall he couldn't get the link out of his head. It was all he could think about. He was so distracted in fact that he didn't even notice that he was in his bed. He didn't remember getting into his bed. He
was in the doorway, but he was just in bed... He was confused beyond comprehension. He began to walk towards his bed. But he walked into the counter of the kitchen. Elliot grabbed his stomach as he had hit the counter pretty hard. Suddenly he was in bed again, it was probably just his imagination... but he FELT it. He still felt the pain of walking into the counter. Elliot was beginning to question what would happen next. He waited for a while. Just sitting there, in peace.
When nothing happened he decided he would check out the link. He turned phone on. He looked at the message. He felt the same trance that he did originally. He moved his finger towards the link. His hands were limp. He head felt rotten. He clicked the link, it felt like something he hand never get before. His eyes grew darker. Lines began to shoot across his plain of vision. Like being covered in rope. He could only see glimmers of light. Shadows moving across the cracks of hope. Suddenly in one action all the cracks and holes were shut. Shut out from the world lost in an endless abyss of nothing. He couldn't see anything, yet he saw everything. The world slipping into the darkness. But these were few and far between.
Elliot sat in the nothingness for what felt like years. His head was empty. He was free of any strain or anguish. Suddenly the darkness began to peel like cheap paint on a wall. The light was blinding. Like the gates to heaven. He was standing. That was the first sensation he felt when he regained his vision. As his eyes adjusted he couldn't tell where he was standing. He saw. His body felt like it was missing a few pieces of the puzzle . His throat felt empty. He began to feel to see the black lines once more. But not prohibiting his sight. Rather they We flowing out of him... He could see some of his surroundings. He could see one color... Red.