he jerked awake and for a moment all he saw was white. then his vision faded to a black and white road. he looked around, confused on where he was and why he was standing on a completely isolated street with no houses nearby, no sky, no grass, just road. if he were to step off of the edge, he would fall into a white abyss of neverending nothingness. he didnt know which was scarier, the absence of environment around him, or the fact that he was completely alone in a place that doesn't exist. he began to walk, hearing nothing but the sound of his shoes hitting the bland pavement beneath him. the road went on for what seemed like forever, but where else could he go? he was stuck here. he continued walking until he passed a sign that read "hazel st." he thought nothing of it, until he passed the same sign again about 10 minutes later. "hazel st." he sped up. another 10 minutes passed, he saw it again. then again. then again, and again. he ran past the sign several times and every time, he sped up. he sped up until eventually he was sprinting as fast as he physically could. he wanted to escape this place. he couldn't imagine what he had done to deserve this and it drove him mad. he ran until he couldn't any longer. he fell to his knees. "WHY?1!?" he shouted at nothing and nobody at all. where was he? why was he here? why couldn't he escape? was he just running in circles? why was everything black and white? why was he alone? he started to rip the hairs from his head. he couldn't take this. he was going to combust. then, an idea sprouted in his mind. it was reckless, and it might not even work, but he would do anything to escape this place. he placed his hands on the gravel, leaned down and slammed his head into the concrete. it hurt, but when he raised his hand to his head, there was barely blood on his fingertips. he did it again. he continuously banged his head into the ground until he was so physically injured, he could barely move. he mustered up the last of his energy to raise his hands to eye-level. he saw the vibrant red liquid that covered his hands and smiled. he looked at the street and saw the puddle of sticky blood that surrounded him. he began to laugh. his laugh grew louder and wildly maniacal until his vision faded from red to black and he fell backwards, losing consciousness.
he jerked awake and for a moment all he saw was white...
