I woke up and realized that I was alone.

Everything was dark. I couldn’t see anything around me, nothing.

I couldn’t remember how I got there.

Until I felt something. Wasn’t something fisic, just a feeling. But I felt.

Was like if someone else were there too, watching me.

I couldn’t move, speak, nothing. Just was there, lying down, tied in to the bed.

And, the thing was there too, only for watch my desperate.

Testing me.

Waiting until when I would stand alive.

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*testando meu inglês sofrível. Se escrevi alguma besteira, please, let me know.

*inspirado no ótimo livro do King, Jogo Perigoso. O único livro que me fez ter vontade de vomitar.