The darkness is devastating. I can see a tiny glimmer of moonlight that creates the silhouette of towering trees as I realize that there’s someone standing across from me. My head starts to ache as I try to understand who I’m looking at and where I am. Is it a girl? I think I see a dress flowing in the wind parallel to her long hair. I hear the echos of screams but I can’t make out what she’s saying. I feel the fear rising from the pit of my stomach until I feel the need to scream as well. I try to yell back at her: WHO ARE YOU? WHERE ARE WE? She doesn’t answer me but she starts running towards me and the closer she gets, the more I can feel her fear radiating off of her. As she gets closer, the ground starts to get harder for her to run on. It seems like quicksand that keeps trying to suck her up as she struggles to get to me. I run until I finally reach her and try to help her. I hear her fragile yells but I can’t make out the details of her face as I grab her arms to pull her out of the darkness  “HELP ME! WHO AM I? WHERE ARE WE?” Wait… I know that voice. 

     The sound of thunder wakes me up as I try to catch my breath. That’s the third time I’ve had that dream this week and I still don’t know what it means. I move on to my daily activities of going to class, eating lunch with friends, and going to work with the hope that I’ll forget that nightmare. Yet, I still see it imprinted in my mind. The darkness overwhelms my body and I can barely see the silhouettes of trees, let alone the shape of my own hand. I still feel the fear that girl had emanating from her soul. How is that even possible? How could I feel someone else’s emotions? Wait.. that voice… I still hear her calling for help. I couldn’t tell who she was because I couldn’t see her scared eyes or comprehend her screams at first. She doesn’t know how to pull herself out of the darkness and I’m not strong enough to pull the both of us. We’re both praying for someone to hear our silent screams or see into our pupils full of misery so that they can help. So that anyone can help. But no one’s here. We have to find out how to get out of this place. We have to find out who we are. We have to know what’s going on. We need help. I need help but there’s no one. It’s just me. I’m lost.  

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