Darkness

StartI woke up with a groan. My whole body felt stiff and sore, but it was nothing compared to the pounding inside my head. I could feel the wooden floor underneath my hands and against my cheek. I opened my eyes slowly and brought my hand up to the side of my head as I used my other to sit up and take in the room.

The first thing that caught my eyes were the twenty or so teenagers. Some of them stood in a circle around me, some looking the opposite way. Most of their faces were in shadow because of the only light coming in from the open window on the far side of the kitchen.

I dropped my hand and looked at all the faces around me in confusion. Many of them looked terrified while looking at something up ahead that I was unable to see, while some of them -mainly the ones who were looking down at me- looked almost relieved.1

Then a movement caught my eye. I looked away from the faces of the people around me and trailed my eyes down to the hand of one of the teens. They were frantically gesturing for me to stand up.

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked up at the darker skinned girl who was around fifteen or sixteen. Her brown hair is cropped short and her dark eyes stared down at me with so much urgency. She then looked quickly to the front of the room before looking back down at me and mouthing a few words. I interpreted the words as, "Get up."1

I looked away from her and down at the floor as I did my best to stand up. Pain shot up my body and I let out another groan. My head spun and my eyes blurred as I then fell down on my knees. I waited until my head went still and my eyes focused again, before trying for the second time.1

I pressed my hands down on the cold floor and pushed myself up into a standing position. Right when my body completely straightened up, the bright light that was overhead all of us flicked on.

My eyes immediately closed and my hands shot up to cover them. Many people around me did the exact same. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I got a better look around the room.

Bodies wrapped in grey fabric filled up the room; I am one of them. The circle that was once around my unconscious form had now dissipated. The only gaps that were now in the room were the huge one in the front and the one a little ways to the right of me.

I looked at each of our faces with my eyebrows still pulled tightly together. Almost all of the teens looked with wide eyes at the person that was standing at the very front of the room. My eyes then traveled over to them.

He was possibly in his late twenties, maybe early thirties. The man wore a white t-shirt that was stained slightly on the front and his pants were of a loose jean. He was also barefoot, just like all of us. His right hand was still resting on the light switch, while the other hand held a knife. His hair was shaved down and looked a light brown, maybe even a dirty blond. His slightly crooked nose matched his teeth that were showing through his wide smile. Besides the knife in his hand, I think what terrified most of us were his eyes.

They were blue and almost had a vacant look to them as they scanned all of our faces.

A chuckle rumbled deep from within his throat while he dropped his hand down by his side. He then walked slowly towards us, passing the knife over to his right hand. 1

Many of the teens seemed to know what he was doing and got out of his path as he made his way slowly over to the other gap in the room. I stood on the very tips of my toes to try and see over the sea of bodies, but I just couldn't. My heels fell back to the ground as my eyes looked around the room and continued to search each of the faces in hopes of finding a familiar face.

Then my eyes fell on a dark-haired boy.

He was around seventeen or eighteen and was one of the tallest people in the room. Of course he didn't come close to being as tall as the man with the knife, but he was one of the tallest teens here. His dark blue eyes were trained on the man and seemed to roll every once in a while. He seemed to think this was all just one big joke or something. To be honest I would have probably thought the same thing if it weren't for the fact that everyone looked so terrified.

I then watched as the teens started to back up. I stood my ground next to the dark skinned girl and watched a few of the teens back up as far as they could away from the man. I was now in the second row from what was happening and could finally see it all.

A boy around twelve or thirteen lay curled up on the floor, while the man with the knife towered over him, waiting.

I then looked over at the girl, very confused and unsure of what's happening. When she finally looked back at me, I opened my mouth to ask her.

Her eyes widened and she quickly brought up her finger to her lips. She shook her head slightly before looking at the boy who was now slowly coming to.

I closed my mouth shut and returned my gaze to the man and the boy.

The boy let out a loud groan and raised his head to look around. His eyes first landed on all the teens around him and then finally the knife in the man's hand. His dark eyes widened for a second before he attempted to scramble to his feet and get away.

I watched, frozen in fear, as the man quickly grabbed onto the boy's grey shirt and looked down upon the boy with an even wider smile.

"You lost."

The boy then let loose a scream as the man thrust the knife up into the boy's skull. Little shrieks and gasps echo around the room while I stood there frozen and shaking from fear.5

The boy's scream then soon cut off, but his mouth remained open and in a forever scream. When the boy's body became limp, the man let go of the knife and watched him hit the ground with a thump. I stared with wide-eyes at the boy's face, who was facing in my direction.

The boy's dark brown eyes were now glassed over in death. Crimson blood dribbled out of his mouth and down his neck and formed a red puddle underneath him.

I could tell my mouth was wide open, and I was grateful that no sound was coming out. The only sounds that could be heard was the ringing in my ears and loud breathing coming from the man.

I continued to stare at the boy's lifeless body; his dead eyes, the knife's handle jutting out of the boy's chin, and the blade that was going through the boy's mouth. writing here…