Darkness.\n\nNothing but Darkness.\n\nSuddenly a dim light looms over your head illuminating your surroundings.\n\nNothing but four walls, all made of dirty tile. The wall immediately in front of you has what looks like a bulletproof door and the wall to your right has a long black mirror. \n\nThe only other thing in this room is a lone steel table and the chair you are sitting in.\n\nBut something dosen't feel quite right. You feel [[restricted]].

You look and notive your hands and feet have been belted down. \n\nYou begin trying to wrestle them loose when you hear a familiar noise.\n\nThe operating room doors swing open and that old shadow is there once again. \n\nBut instead of moving to you he moves directly to the silver tray.\n\nIt picks up the scapel and playfully runs it across his neck as he looks at you.\n\n[[keep fighting]].

The metallic grey shines brightly under the dim lightbulb. You can clearly make out:\n\n"Colt 1911" Yours eyes gloss over the metal as if it will be the last thing you ever see.\n\n[[return|opens]]\n\n

You put all of your rage into this last attack and stab the being right in the forhead. \n\nIt falls back into a dead like state. \n\nTime to run. You release the binds on your feet and begin to sprint past the specter.\n\nYet once you run you feel a cold grip on your ankle and you fall forward. \n\nYour heading straight for the hard linoleum floor when you feel your head fracture on the [[floor|arm]].\n\n\n\n

"This ends now!"\n\nWith one deep breath and a furocious yell you plunge the scapel into your [[arm]]

You scream with such fear and wake up in a cold sweat. \n\nYou scan your surroundings and feel that familiar warmth from the sun. You are once again surrounded in morning light.\n\nQuickly you run your eyes to the wall that houses your door and to your relief your door is there.\n\nYour rise from your mattress and try to check the time but you remember that you unplugged your clock before emerging in your nightmare.\n\nLeaving your room you walk to the bathroom to take a shower. \n\nYou turn the water on and notice you left the medicine cabinet open. The orange bottles scattered all over the place you look to your last unopened bottle of pills and open the cap and flush them all down the toilet.\n\nYou decided you'll take insomnia over never being unable to wake up any day.\n\n

With one last shot you wrestle all your might and snap the belt and free your arm.\n\nQuicky you realeasy your other arm dodging slashes from your hellish friend as he keeps trying to subdue you. \n\nYou manage to catch his arm and tear the scapel from his grip, slicing your palm.\n\nOnce again that light appears as soon as you feel excruciating pain. \n\n"What if?" you ask yourself but realize you have to make a decision quick.\n\n\n[[Test your might]]!\n\n[[Test your theory]].

You blindly knock over [[orange bottles]] and shake them sporadically.\n\nEmpty.\n\nEmpty.\n\nEmpty.\n\nYou get to your second to last bottle and hear a faint rattle. \n\nYou pop the top and throw your last pills back. You don't know how many there were but who cares.\n\nClick*\n\nYou stumble once more back to your stone like mattress. \n\nYou unplug your clock to drown out the light and try to drift off.\n\n[[close your eyes]].

You try to move your arms but to no avail. Strangley your wrists feel as if they are bound by cold steel. \n\nHandcuffs?\n\n"Where the hell am I?", you begin to ask yourself but suddenly it becomes clear.\n\nYour in an interrogation room.\n\nSuddenly the iron door [[opens]].\n

You move and contort trying to break free but to no avail. \n\nThe shadow moves closer and closer to the foot of your gourney.\n\nYou hear a deep haunting laugh emerge from its throat and suddenly you feel cold steel drag slowly across your forearm.\n\nWhen you feel tha sharp pain you on past the specter and see a giant rift of light appear in the room...it looks like sunlight..and escape.\n\nYou can feel your warm blood pour out over your arm as he keeps dragging until the scapel hits the leather belt on your wrist, [[tearing it slightly]].

You make a break for the door making sure to slam it shut behind you.\n\n"This is a dream, it's all a dream. I'm alseep right?" You try to reassure yourself. \n\nYou just gotta wake up.\n\nwake up.\n\n[[wake up]]!

You feel a warm sensation on your face, as your eyes slowly open to the sunlight flooding in through the window.\n\nYour in your bed, the clock reads "9:15 AM"\n\nYou let out a huge sigh of relief to have been awoken from that hellish darkness.\n\nYou wrestle yourself out of bed and take a deep stretch.\n\nAs you walk eyes closed sleepily towards your door to go take a shower when you hit your head against a solid wall. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nYou open your eyes to reveal nothing but a solid wall.\n\nYour still in your nightmare, and now there is no way out. \n\n"You gotta wake up dammit."\n\n"You just got to wake the hell up."\n\nAs these thoughts rush madly in your brain your eyes scan the room and fixate on the [[windows]].\n

Nightmare

You grab the gun and point it right at the shadow.\n\n"Looks like you really fucked up you bastard!"\n\nYou take aim.\n\nBANG*\n\nThe shadow is too quick and the shot misses.\n\n"I won't miss again!"\n\n\nClick* Click* \n\nTo your horror, the shell from your last shot has been caught in the slide of the gun and jammed it.\n\n"Now you've just pissed me off!" It roars at you as it rushes forth.\n\nNow you definately gotta [[run|Forget it]].

Slithering in is a shadow of a tall human.\n\nHe keeps shifting closer into frame until the light reveals a dark suit, doused in an ever darker fluid.\n\nYou know for sure that its not water.\n\n"Hello" it lets out in a low growl. \n\nIt then slams [[a gun]] into the steel table. \n\n"Lets have some fun shall we? Trapped prey is no fun at all now is it?"\n\nThe shadow then slides behind you, jingling something as he moves.\n\nYou feel the cuffs loosen and then hear them drop to the floor.\n\n"Its time to begin! Here's a hint."\n\n\n[["Run"]].\n

You slowly open one eye and look at yourself. \n\nYou seem still and look around your surroundings, its another dark room with a few faulty lights.\n\nHowever this one seems different.\n\nSame tile walls, same grime on them. \n\nYet instead of tables and chairs, there are beds, covered in dry brown blood. Next to them on a glimmering silver tray are tools of medical torture. \n\nScapels,\n\nSaws,\n\nForceps,\n\nSyringes.\n\nYou know what this place is and you know you definately don't want to stay long.\n\nYou try to move but once again your being held [[captive]]

The only thing in your mind is to break for the door. \n\nAs you breeze past the table, your eyes meet the gun that the idiot left on the table.\n\n[[Take it?]]\n\n[[Forget it]]

You can't faintly make out the writing on them.\n\n"Persrciption for Insomnia...Take two before bed. Use until problem resists".\n\n[[return|medicine cabinet]]

Sleep.\n\nYou wonder as to why you just can't get some damn sleep. \n\nYou look at the lone light of your room next to your as it taunts you by relecting in red numbers "1:45 AM". \n\nAfter giving up the useless fight. You get up and stumble around your cramped little apartment until you finally reach the bathroom\n\nClick* \n\nThe light burns your retnas as you squint to find the [[medicine cabinet]]

You know deep down there is only one way out of here. \n\nYou walk over to your dream bed and wrap your hand in your sheets.\n\nWith so much rage and fury you repeatedly punch the windows until they finally shatter into millions of drops of rainlike glass.\n\nYou look outside and at the ground. \n\nthe ground is nothing but a deep black hole, that stretches out across everything bathing the world in darkness. \n\nIf its a dream you can't die right?\n\n[[Jump]]

Gathering up all of your courage you leap off your window and fall.\n\nYou expect to hit something eventually and be greeted by peaceful death but all you see is black.\n\nYou keep your eyes closed so you won't see it [[coming]].

By Jordan Arriazola