You wake up.
You seem to be awake at least.
Everything is black. There is nothing.
Is this a dream? You wonder. Your thought echoes across the empty space, as if you had spoken out loud.
Why am I here?
Who am I?
What is this place?
Again and again your thoughts ring out into the abyss that you are lying in. Nothing else can be heard except the distant echoes of your thoughts, bouncing throughout the darkness in which you are kept.
You try to stand. Your legs ache with the soreness of someone who had just run a thousand races.
What's a race?
How do I know this?
You start walking, not in any particular direction, hoping to find something. Anything. An object perhaps, to help you regain some form of recollection of who you are.
"UGH, WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER ANYTHING?!" You shout into the oblivion that lay before you.
But this time, something responds, a faint sound in the dark. Something that sounds a bit like music.
YOU ARE READING
Days Between the Tomorrows
HorrorThere are many stories that go unnoticed in the world. Stories made of pain. Stories made of sorrow. Stories made of grief. Stories made of war. All stories have a beginning, but most do not have an end. What seems the end of one, is simply the begi...
