I was laying on my back. The darkness engulfed me, staring at the starless night. I got to my knees finally and I pushed myself up.

Oh great, exactly what I needed. Like a cliche movie or book, I was in a cementary. I. But who was I? At that moment I felt as if I had lost a part of myself. How did I get here? All I saw layed out in front of me was badly placed tombstones, also twisted trees that where tentacle like. Also very far away I saw this thin but noticeable cross most likely from a cathedral. I saw them clearly, but it was dark. How was I able to see? There was no lighting around. 

Not knowing what to do now I decided to check behind me. Bad decision on my part. 

I saw a coffin. The coffin. A coffin. My coffin. The coffin I just came out of. Once I put two and two together I started shaking violently. I tried stopping myself. It was no use, I was a prisoner to something I once controlled. These motions never stopped. It felt like eons. Pain. The devil got in and out, I-I-I my heart was a ticking bomb ready to cause a explosion. Each bump. each push, each shove, my heart my pain. My brain was compressing. A luke warm liquid was seeping from my eyes.

 I feel in so much pa-in? As this word has no more meaning to me. Its as if I can't pain anymore like how some people cant cry anymore when they have cried too many times.

A big whoop of air came and landed right infront of me. I then saw a being. I guess you can call it that. There skin as bright as the moon, There clothes dulled out, a oversized hoodie thin as paper. There bottoms ripped everywhere covered in dirt, its as if the dirt was compressed and part of there pants. There eyes where a other world, they where a unexplainable color, shade.  There eyes and there skin where the things that stood out on this being. They just stood there, there gaze deadset on me. 

I then look away quickly and lifted my hands toward my face. Another bad choice.

My hands. They didnt look like hands. They where thin twigs resembling the trees that where around us. I then noticed, my skin, resembled his, no they werent the same tone, but they where the same. 

Death.

I stood there stiffly, not knowing what to do. I heard whispers. Inside.  

join. run. go. leave. dont look back.

I decided.

I ran.

I didnt look back.

I didnt need to look back.

Because once I chose to pick on leaving that horrid place my world faded.