It first happened when I was ten. I was just playing with my friends, then a pressure accured, A beep rang through my ears. A squeak left my throat and the ball I was holding, dropped in panic. Then, nothing. Nothing at all. It's gone Just as it came.

Second time I was 15. I was learning to skate. Same thing happened. Then it was normal except I sprained my ankle.

Next I was 18. And I was at the date with my person, whom I had a crush since my middle school. And when it happened I spit my wine I drinking on his face.

Well, you see I was kind of getting use to it. Now I'm 21. I just came back from my job I fell to the bed with a plop.

I blinked slowly.

Just an average night.

What? Were you expecting something worthwhile? This wasn't a story. Interesting things didn't happen often in reality.

Just an ordinary night. I never expected it to be my last.

I think, if I had, I would have done something a bit more worthwhile. Something more memorable.

It was the next day just as the sun was setting, it happened.

I was curled up in my bed, laptop at hand and typing away.

Then the pressure came, just like it always did since I was ten. Only this time it was so intense, so sharp, and consuming it suffocated me. I gave a strangled gasp as all the air left my lunges. Panic set in and I saw with wide eyes as a tear appeared.

The tear stretched and stretched until it was bigger than myself.

Then it sucked.

I guess I was too shocked to make any other noise after that. Something like-no, the impossible was happening right before my eyes. All I could do was watch, wide-eyed and frozen.

Things flew towards it around my room-blankets, papers, items, everything it could suck itself into. When a hole is torn through dimensions it's not just a mirror. It's a black hole.

In only a matter of seconds, I myself was sucked through.

And that was how my story began.