A hand appears out of nowhere and clamps over my mouth. Before I can scream, it yanks me back.

I struggle, dropping all that are in my hands. And I try to push away.

I kick, I punch, but my struggles are to no avail. My glasses are lost in an instant.

The darkness of the opposite shore darkens and wraps around me. I can’t move.

A familiar scent floats about me but I can only see the wall before me. Rectangles of grey cement stacked upon each other.

Then I feel a fist come in contact with my stomach, winding me. I lurch forward.

Another lands and I lose contact with myself. My consciousness slips. 

As I fall into a bottomless pit, the last thought that enters me head is

I don’t want to.

I don’t want to fall away from this world. Not right now. Not when I just met him.