Unclaimed, Not Sorted [Random]

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I can't see. Where is everyone? Where did everything go? 

I don't understand. Who am I? Where am I? I can't see the vases that used to occupy the room. Nor could I see the flowers. The colorful flowers my mother used to be so proud of, gone.

What's happening? The floor seems to have disappeared. Am I sinking? There's nothing but darkness surrounding me. Oh, gods, what if...what if this was hell?

Was I dead, then? The thought sounds horrifying, so horrifying that for one long, painful moment, I couldn't speak. No words could come out of my mouth, I couldn't beg or scream, the thoughts in my head building and building until-

''Welcome home, Rowan.''

* [You can stop here if you want.]

My throat felt dry. I tried to scream for help again, but I couldn't. Why couldn't I talk? And how did...how did he know my name? 

I was still falling, the darkness becoming even darker, as if it was going to envelope me forever. Scared and confused, I tried to think. To think of the tea my mum would make me whenever I was stressed, to think of the flowers that bloomed around our home.

To think of things I could never see again.

''Let me go!''I tried to shout. ''I've never done anything wrong to you....w-why must you-''

''Oh, you haven't, my dear daughter. You haven't,''the voice replied with an amused chuckle, sounding decently humane for a second. Then his voice turned into a snarl. 

''But your mother has.'''

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I'm not sure if I should continue this, or if it was any good at all, so feedback would be much appreciated. Please note that this was written in the morning, when I'm literally the worst and most irritating person to walk the earth because I literally don't have patience for anyone or anything. Anyway, thanks to potterheadivergent, theserenexaini and athena91522 for voting and commenting! :D