Allister laid on his bed, looking straight at the beamed ceiling. How would he mess up today? Would he accidently drop new dishes on the kitchen floor? Or would he unknowingly scare off the few friends he had left? He shook his head, and faced towards the window. I can’t possibly screw up again today, he thought to himself, Slipping and knocking over that vase would be the worst I could do. It was worth a fortune after all. Why have such nice things in such an accident prone house is far beyond me.
The light outside dimmed to a gray. It wasn’t past noon, why would the sky go dark? Allister looked around his room, everything was beginning to become darker. He blinked a few times and sat up. Everything soon faded black, with Allister still awake. Why was it dark? It was bright a few minutes ago. Was I okay? Allister felt towards his eyes. Nothing.
“Nothing....? Nothing’s...there.....?” Allister whispered, covering his eyes. His eyes were definitely open, but he felt nothing there. What was going on...? He stood up, staggering and feeling about to find the door. However, he felt nothing either, was this the room he was just in? Or was he really dreaming? The boy walked back to find his bed only to find more dark space. “Where am I? Is anyone there?” He yelled as loud as he could. No response.
“SOMEONE. SAY SOMETHING.”
“No,” a voice called back.
Allister whipped his head around, the voice rang out behind him. Someone else was there? Someone else in this dark place? He walked towards the soft voice. He never seemed to be getting closer. He broke into a run and soon a sprint, trying to get to the voice. He kept running. And running. Farther and farther into the dark. A dark world, where he’d never return. A dark world, where eyes are not needed. A dark world where he would possibly never wake up from. A deep sleep.