Draimon: Fracture: Erasend- Book 1: Deascension

Chapter 19: Bad Dream

I kept walking through the darkness. One foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other. It was all I could do. I had to get out of here. There had to be a way out, I had to see my Dad again. I would see him again. I will.

Pinching and slapping myself hurt, so this wasn't a dream. It couldn't be. I kept going for what felt like an eternity; I did not know how much time was passing, my legs screamed in pain, but I kept walking, fueled by my will to be free.

Though I didn't feel any hunger, I was alone and so cold I would call out, but no one would call back. There wasn't even an echo. My legs were shredded with pain, so I laid down and curled up, trying to get warm. Anyone I thought, please help me, I'm so lonely.

I saw a blinding light in front of me, and I crawled through it. I found myself in front of our apartment door, and overjoyed, I burst through the door. My Dad was waiting for me, and I wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could and felt the warmth of his chest on my cheek. "Where were you? I was so worried."

"Don't you remember you wanted to be with your mother a little longer, and I said I would wait for you at home?" He replied.

"I don't remember waiting in the grave-room," I felt my hair to be the way it was, and I forget my time in the darkness, "I must have been sleeping and lost track of time."

"You were with her for a really long time. She'll like that a lot."

"Yeah, she will," I replied; he stepped back from me.

"Right, I think it's time for some food. How does that sound to you?"

"Great," I replied.

"Good cus I've already made some." He lead me to a table stacked high with burgers in soft buns, pizzas, and fried chicken that all smelled incredible, but I didn't smell them when I came in. "Hope you're hungry" all of a sudden, my hunger roared through my body, begging to be fed."I sure am," and I devoured the food before me every bite, an explosion of flavour on my tongue. Once I was full and could eat no more, my father told me that it was best if I went to sleep early, my head felt heavy, so I did just that. As I was climbing the stairs, my father said sweet dreams to me, and I wished the same for him.

I climbed into bed and let the tides of sleep pull me under. When I opened my eyes, I found myself to be somewhere different. In my dream, I was on a vast cliffside overlooking a valley of green. All I knew was I had to reach the other side of the cliff, so I started walking, but there were stones of various sizes scattered throughout the cliff.

I took a step but fell as soon as my feet touched one of the rocks, my face slamming into the rocks. Well, that hurt, I thought to myself, but I have to do this walking. So I kept walking, feeling as if I had done this not so long ago. Step, fall, get up, step, fall, get up, step, fall, and get up again until I reach the other side of the cliff. Exhausted, battered, and bruised and I laid down once more shut my eyes.

When I opened them, I found myself somewhere different again. I was in a massive room with dark walls and countless others all around me. I was seated at a desk with a stack of pages in front of me. A sound echoed throughout the room.