Page 89 of Dark Little Game

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My heart is pounding.

Everything feels too overwhelming, all of a sudden.

He knows the truth even though he shouldn’t. And I need to fucking come back down to Earth.

“I’m going to sleep,” I tell him softly.

He doesn’t respond.

And I stroke his dark hair for another minute before I go to bed alone.

I’m in a dark room,and something is very wrong.

My hands fumble along each of the cool stone walls, but I can’t find a lightswitch anywhere. I don’t know how I got here, but I’m very aware that I’m trapped.

It’s like a cave, but not a natural one.

A tunnel, maybe.

I move forward, grasping in the dark, trying to feel anything that could serve as a tether back to something I’m familiar with.

Where is Weston?

Where isanyone?

Suddenly, I hear a voice call out from far off. It’s a distant echo, but instantly, I know who it is.

“I’m here,” Rayne is saying.

Over and over.

And deep down, I know in mybonesthat he’s in trouble.

And I’m more than certain it’s my fault.

“I’m coming,” I try to call back to him, but my words come out as a mumble, like it’s hard for me to speak at all.

And then a chill goes down my spine.

“No,” Rayne is calling out now.

I’m running out of time. It’s still so dark, and I feel like the further I stumble forward, the further away I am from Rayne.

I need to get to him.

When I try to scream out to him, my lips are sewn shut. No sound makes it out of my chest, and now I’mflailing, my heart pounding, knowing I’m not going to be able to get to him.

When I turn around to head backwards, I’m met with another cold stone wall.

It’s sealed off.

Fully trapped.

And my whole body suddenly feels paralyzed, like I’m in a straitjacket, sending impulses to all of my limbs tojust fucking move, but nothing happens.

This is a dream, I finally know.

A nightmare.

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