I looked around at the walls of the gymnasium around me, walls that seemed to move closer together, threatening to crush me between them. It was puzzling to think that the walls could possibly get smaller; perhaps I was hallucinating, but I couldn’t quite place what the cause of this was. In this world, I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if the walls had suddenly come to life, deciding then to squish me. And perhaps I didn’t care if that were to happen. Perhaps I was okay with a death like that.
An obnoxious squeaking sound reached my ears and seemed to get louder and louder, but with the oddity of the present, I wasn’t very interested in the sounds. I did notice that I could not place where the sounds were coming from, no matter which direction I looked. This made me slightly nervous, but I chose to ignore it. The gymnasium had become visibly smaller; with it, my will to run away.
Someone shouted my name behind me, and I turned around at the same moment something soft hit my face. Darkness covered my vision quickly, and I threw whatever it was on the floor. A dark-gray towel hit the wooden ground with a soft 'pap', and I ran out of the gymnasium, shaken from the momentary darkness.
I expected to find myself in a hallway but instead found that I was standing in a street. When I turned back to look at the gymnasium, it was completely gone. In its place was a vast and dull emptiness that stretched farther than my eyes could travel. My eyes snapped back to the street when I heard a screech. I half expected a car to collide with me to end it all right then and there, but it did not. It stopped in front of me, almost expectantly. My eyes strained to see inside the car, but the windows were a dark tint. Unsure what else to do, I opened the door and crawled into the backseat, shutting the door at the exact moment the car started down the street again. I tried to peer at the driver, but I could not make out their face. All I caught was fair skin and short, messy blond hair.
Suddenly feeling tired, I slumped in the seat giving up on trying to figure out the driver. It didn’t occur to me until a few moments later that I should be worried about my safety since I did just climb into a mysterious car without knowing the driver’s identity or where I was going. The thing was: I didn’t seem to care.
The driver began to talk to me, but I tuned their voice out. Judging by the slightly deep tone, I suggested that the driver was a man. His voice was drowned out by my deafening silence until he turned around to face me. I was taken aback by how handsome he was. The golden locks just fell into his amber eyes, eyes that were covered by a pair of glasses. He smiled (though after a second thought, I decided he was smirking at me), and I mumbled a quiet hello. His smile (smirk) broadened and he turned to face the road again. I looked out the front window and did a double-take. He was driving us into a dark forest that almost looked like a wide tunnel of trees, waiting to swallow us in darkness.
And we did indeed get swallowed by the darkness. The loss of light was quicker than expected, and we were both soon in total pitch black. I felt the car come to a slow stop. It was when the car was at a complete halt and the silence threatened to devour me, did I feel panicked. I could not see anything. Not even the pretty blond driver. Not a speck of light anywhere. The panic set in, and I was about to curl up in a helpless ball and cry when I felt arms wrap around me from behind. I heard the blond’s voice very close to my ear, telling me not to be afraid. His voice was soft and soothing, and I found myself leaning into his touch, pressing my small frame against his torso. I allowed him to hug me tighter, closing my eyes and feeling comforted by the warmth of his body.
Perhaps I would have stayed that way forever, but something distracted me. From the window of the car, I saw something. A small light, almost like a candle. And I felt so attracted to it, felt relieved to see light again. I untangled myself from the blond’s arms, and I heard him start a quiet protest when I detached from him completely and opened the car door. I hardly bothered to look back or even shut the door; instead, I began to run to the light, finding a strong need to find it and capture it. As I ran, I expected the light to become bigger, closer, but it did not. I ran into several trees, and my body was becoming battered and bloody from the roughness of the bark, but I hardly noticed the pain. I could hear the blond’s pursuing footsteps behind me, his voice calling out to me. I ignored it. All that was in my mind was the thought to get to the light.
And I simply could not get to it. It got no closer; in fact, it seemed to get farther away. Frustration was building up within me as I kept running at a steadily decreasing pace, the pain from the impact into the trees was beginning to show.
Something caught my foot, perhaps a tree root, and I fell, scraping my cheek along the ground. My body refused to get back up again, so I looked helplessly up at the light, feeling blood well from the scrape on my cheek. The blond caught me, his arms wrapping around me again. I winced in pain, and he only tightened his hold on me. He was crouched behind me, his long legs trapping me on either side of him, his arms around my front, his torso pressed up against my back. A strange sound was emitting from the back of his throat, sounding very much like a protective growl.
I stared at the light, wanting to get up and chase it again, but the blond showed no signs of letting me go. When the light faded away, I felt tears trickle down my face, stinging the wound on my cheek. The silent tears quickly evolved into sobs, and I clung to the blond’s arms.
His voice reached me, soft and gentle. He told me not to worry, that the light would come back again. I let his voice numb my unspoken sadness, wishing for it to also numb my pain. I let him hold me, allowing my eyes to close. My body was aching and bleeding and exhausted. I slumped against the blond, listening to his gentle breathing and the steady beat of his heart.
I felt my consciousness fade away, letting the darkness consume me.
Here's the short story based on my dream that y'all asked for. This was also for my final English project. I'll dedicate my next blog to you if you can name the blond.