I want to know how you would lead up to this moment or finish the story. It doesn't have to be long, just post what you think happened before or happens after this. I sat there, waiting. Waiting for something I thought would never come. Something my whole life led to. My destiny was in this room. All this pain and suffering, all for this moment. Anything in my life that could be manipulated, had been manipulated to make me perfect. I had to be who I was for a reason. I couldn't have it my way. Nothing made sense then. But now, now I understood my meaning, the reason for my existence. My eyes drifted over the books. The many books that surrounded the room. Histories, biographies, science fictions. My eyes caught on a thin, dark cover. It reminded me, like many things, of my childhood. Constant learning, and practice. Everything needed to be precise then. I wonder for a moment. What would have happened if I wasn't adopted by my parents? Would I be here. Would I be as brave and as privileged as I was now? I came back to reality to see the book again. The sort of thing I used to read. Ominous endings, and suspenseful plots. Was it a representation of something? Was it there for a reason? I soon abandoned the thought. It seemed so far fetched at that point in time. I sighed. He wasn't coming. He was either gone, or he had given into the world of hate. I stood up and as my weight shifted, the floor creaked and split along millions of individual paths. The tiny street seemed to be carved by hand. Under my feet the rough, untreated wood was a maze. An unusual silence followed as I stood there, as still as I could, observing the anomaly that had occurred around me. Then a scuffling. A small noise that was far away in my mind. It was familiar but so distant. I couldn't understand. Then the disturbance became real as the world started to spin around me. Why me, why now? Falling, coming for me, the world was crashing down, and the intoxicating whistle filled me. The unbearably harsh surroundings hurt me and brought back memories. Terrible memories. I had to leave. I tried and failed. The air seemed to push me back and restrain me. I couldn't make my way to the door. The room shifted and was immediately at a shocking angle. I was forced down. I couldn't do anything to stop it. But then everything stopped. Everything gone. Everything dark. Consuming dark.
More, not as good as first part and a little confusing but, here u go; I waited by myself, all alone, I could only think. I tried to convince myself, lies had to become true, to keep my secrets away from the surface. They couldn't find out. Everything I had, it needed to be kept safe. I'd been here before. So familiar. But the pain, the harsh, terrible tendrils. Searching for something in me. They came in waves. All individual threads of hurt. Over and over again I heard, no I didn't hear, I couldn't here. I couldn't do anything, but they barraged me with questions. The inquiries appeared in my head. Ideas, that were forced upon me. Where was is? Where is it? Give it to us! Then the blackouts. I wasn't conscious, at least physically. I could think but nothing else. When they didn't get what they wanted, I faded away. I was dead again. Dead inside, and out.