Echo

Prologue

Where am I?

Who am I?

Everything is dark, am I blind?

Am I dead?

I don't feel dead? How do you know if you're dead anyways? Does your heart not beat anymore? Are you transparent as a ghost?

I touched my face, it's still there. I put a hand over my chest. Thump-thump. There's my heart beating. But am I alive?

Gusts of winds hit my back like daggers; a shiver ran up and down my body. From the endless darkness shapes began to mold, I took a step back. I didn't know what they were, but my body seemed to know instinctively that they were bad news. They were on me in seconds like rabid animals. They clawed at me, leaving shredded skin behind. Their touch was ice cold, every time my skin met theirs it was like they were reaching into my soul and tearing it apart.

What was the point of this?

I couldn't very well look into their eyes, did they even have eyes? They were just people within shadows. Bad bad people in the shadows.

Am I dying? Or am I gonna be deader? Is that even possible? Deader then dead?

All of a sudden they stopped and one voice asked, "Where is it?"

I couldn't give them an answer. How could I? I didn't even know my own name.

A long silence before they knocked me unconscious, then it began again.

I don't know how long it was before I became numb to it days, years, or centuries. I don't know. Days, years, centuries later they left. I had nothing to offer.

And so I was left in the darkness.

Alone.

But at least not cold anymore.