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Elsewhere. That's what I call that other world, partly because I could never find a welcome sign with the world's name inked on to its splintered wooden planks and partly because I'm terrible at coming up with names.
I loved this place when I was little; I cherished every scene, and found comfort in the memories brought forth from purple polka-dotted berries and wonderous flowers. Now I'm stuck here, and I'm scared because one moment, I'm lying in bed, and the next moment, I'm plunged into the dulled remnants of Elsewhere and I can't escape.
Has anyone found this journal?
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Elsewhere is short-story of a female protagonist exploring a fantastical world that frequently changes its environment and color. As a child, she could freely enter and leave Elsewhere as she pleases; however, as she grew older, her visits became less frequent until one day she stopped altogether. On one faithful night, she fell asleep and woke up in Elsewhere, trapped, scared, and the only living being - that is, until, she's hunted by the unknown being which lurks behind her wherever she goes. Equipped only with a journal and her wit, she traverses the volatile landscape of Elsewhere until she can return home.
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A promotion.
That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie.
I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans?
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The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself.
Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees.
He knows who I am.
He knows how I look like.
He knows where I work so possible knows where I live.
I am not safe anymore... no where.
While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men.
I should run.
I should try to fight.
But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it?
I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me.
Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one.
With that I let the darkness consume me.