The Game

Bright lights blinded my eyes, I felt woozy and was falling rapidly. My emerald dress covering my face as it flew up. My gold-brown, curly hair was flying up and strangled my throat as if it were an enemy to me and my friends all tumbling and rolling in mid air. Everything happened so quickly, I could feel my blood rushing around my body and my head pounding. Suddenly gravity gave up and we were all floating, however this time we were not in luck, immediately gravity gave all the force it had and feeling heavier we all fell to the ground. I banged my head the concrete floor. Everything went fuzzy and all I could hear were the moans of my friends struggling to get up. Where was I? Before I could catch a glimpse of my friends, blackness was starting to enclose on my sight as a feeling of cold blood dripped from scalp. Echoing loudly, imitating the tick tick of a clock. Something felt off. My vision battling through the darkness for light. Still weak lying front forward on the cold, hollow concrete. With every tick of the dripping blood I felt myself getting heavier and heavier, as if being pulled through the concrete. The pressure on my body numbing my senses and blocking out all sound. I couldn't hear my friends anymore, I couldn't hear anything anymore, just my heavy breathing and the tick tick. Something was off. Just as I had realised that the ticking sounds of the clock were ticking backwards, as if anti-clockwise on a clock, my senses gave up and darkness engulfed my eyes and mind forcing me to lose conscience and fade.