He was falling.
The first thing that shocked him was the ice cold wind, blowing against his eyes, making them water. A scream was lodged in his throat, only croaking gurgles managed to weed out. His arms and legs flailed wildly, struggling to find an object to hold on to.
His eyes widened as he neared the yellow-white ground. His scream finally escaped it's wretched cage, his voice an echo in his ears, bracing himself for the impact. He squeezed his eyes shut, praying to God a silent prayer, before he felt the winds completely stop.
Shivering still, his coffee black eyes opened and widened as he took a moment to focus the white marble in front of him. His nose was only an inch away from the floor, and with a sudden thump, he was flat on the freezing marble.
He sat up slowly, resting his palms on the floor with his knees slightly bent. With his eyes roaming around the room, an eerie sense of calm washed over him. He did not know where he was. He did not know how he was here. But somehow, panic did not seem to be present.
Blue. The dark, ocean blue walls stared back at him, holding their breath, as if waiting for his next move, shiny and reflective. Light did not seem to have its source, and the walls seemed to be brightened by mere nothing.
Getting up and turning around in a full circle, there was nothing else. Tilting his head and squinting at the ceiling, the room seemed to stretch upwards to infinity, getting darker as it rose, into a pit of raven black nothingness.
Feelings were not present at all. The boy did not feel any sort of emotion while staring at his prison of doom. He remembered vaguely of what emotions felt like; a caress of happiness, a shiver of sadness. But at this very unusual moment, no complete feelings came to heart.
He remembered two people, very specific faces, but he could not conjure a single solid memory of who they were to him. In his mind, he pulled out an image of a girl, her brunette hair falling past her shoulders, messy and careless, but like it was meant to be that way. Her eyes almost matched the colour of the walls he was enclosed in.
Another was a boy, younger than the age of five, giving a toothy grin, his blond hair short and neatly combed to the side, his skin dangerously pale, not accompanying his easy smile.
His shook his head, his jaw hardening. No emotions, but his brain was set. His purpose was to escape this room, how he knew that, he had no idea, but he was absolutely sure that was the reason of his existence.
When he looked down, someone, something pushed him, and all went black.
He opened his eyes.
He was falling.
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