The world begins swimming above me. The sky turns a truer, more deep shade of violet. I become dizzy, and the next thing I heard was the clang of my body hitting the floor, and I could barely see the cloaked figure, grinning twistedly, smoke coiling off of the barrel of the rifle.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I fumble around my desk to find my alarm. It was just a dream. I remind myself. However, my hand only grabbed empty air. I blinked several times to find myself lying in a hospital bed. My vision is blurred at the very edges, and it's so quiet, despite the annoying beeping noise coming from somewhere in the room that I could not see, I can hear my own breath. I manage to croak out: "Where am I?"
A question suddenly struck my mind, filling me with fear.
Will I ever get to go home?
No, came the silent reply. Never.