I sat up, practically blinded.
Everything around me was white. There were no walls, no shadows, nothing but white. I tensed in confusion.
Tiny taps echoed around me. It sounded like someone was running. Running towards me.
I couldn't be the only one here. Actually, how could there be running? There was no floor. Was there? I felt underneath me.
Nothing.
I was sitting on nothing.
But it felt like something. Was I hallucinating?
I heard music.
Guitar music.
My head spun towards the direction. It sounded like "Somebody that I Used to Know."
Wonder took over my confusion. I stood up. I looked down one final time. Still nothing. I walked towards the sound. I wondered what the fuck was happening as I did.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
In the distance, I saw a black and white guitar. I ran towards it as fast as I could. I didn't know how it got there, but I knew I needed to take it. It was my best friend's.
I was running so fast I was practically flying. My heart was racing. This was one thing I needed. Then I crashed.
I sat up, holding my head in pain. There was no wall. Nothing I could have crashed into.
I stuck my hand out. I could feel it. It was steaming hot. I stared at the guitar, still floating, facing me. What do I do? Is there any way around the wall? Can I climb it?
I stared at the guitar again, wondering what I should do.
Someone snapped.
I woke up in cold sweat.
I looked around wondering if I saw was real. There was no white. This was a real room. I stood up. I felt the floor. Real.
My cat trotted up to me. He stared at my worried expression. I picked him up and carried him to the kitchen.
I carefully poured his food into his bowl and walked outside. I sat down on the stairs, pondering what had just happened.
Matty B: Hey, do you have a moment?
I stared at Matt's message. He never texts me this.
Sure. What is it?
I waited nervously for a response.
Matty B: Ryan
What about him?
Matty B: He's just acting really weird.
Do you want me to talk to him?
Matty B: Come over if you can I guess.
Matt should be used to Ryan acting weird, because of last month. I stood up tiredly.
I rubbed my eye as I grabbed my jacket and headed out. I didn't care about my appearance at the moment.
It was freezing, for once.
I arrived at their house. I put my hand on the stair railing, then immediately took it off. It's ice cold. I stared at it questionably, then proceeded.
I knocked on their door, waiting for an answer. The more I waited the more I started to worry about what Matt really meant by him acting weird. Mark opened the door.
"Oh. Hey Hunter. Whadda ya want this early?" He asked less energetic than usual. "To talk to Ryan." I replied, staring at his fading, bright pink hair. Mark stared at me for a second, then stepped aside, allowing me access in. Matt saw me and pointed upstairs towards his room. I nodded and headed up.
I became faster with each step. I was worrying a lot more than I did a minute ago. I knocked on his door, calling his name after.
Ryan opened the door a crack. We stared at each other. I was grabbed by my wrist and dragged into his room.
"We need to talk. Now."