thatperson

   I have no idea where I am. Everything around me is dark and bleak, showing  nothing, not even a small glimmer of light. I see nothing, nothing but a large, wide screen directly in front of me. It turns on, the sudden light burning my eyes. What I see then, I may never forget. I see myself. Or, at least, someone who looks like me. He, or I, is trapped,  bound in a straitjacket. My... His eyes stare blanky into my own, without the  slightest bit of emotion. His grin... That terrible grin... I, he, smiles sinisterly at me, sending chills down my spine.   At this point I realize it. This was truely all I knew. This was my only memory, the on

Air. What an odd luxury. My lungs pull it in, gasping desperately for air as a lay there, eyes closed, panting hard. 'Great…where am I?' I sat up and look around, sighing a bit. I looked up and nearly choked. The sea, in it's deep, dark beuty, lay above me, somehow not falling in on my head. "Wh-…What is happening!?" "Welcome to my abyss…" a soft, cold voice said, seeming to almost pull on my ears, it was soothing, but depressing at the same time. "H-huh? Who are you?" I asked, scuttling back away from the voice. "Why do you ask?" "What are you?" I asked, sitting up and looking around, trying to find what was talking in the murky dar