It was horrible. My dreams, my hopes, were slipping right through my fingernails. I was in a pitch black world, a nightmare of course, and I couldn't move. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I was just staring right ahead of me, into the blackness. Then, a white figure appeared a mile in front of me. It was extremely creepy. I couldn't move or do anything.

He approached me, and he looked around my age with dark brown hair and glowing red eyes with pale white skin. He was covered in blood, and had big, red devil horns growing out of the sides of his head. He had a smile as messed up as Jeff The Killer's smile. He grabbed me and threw me miles back. A jolt of pain flew through my body as I was thrown.

When I finally woke up, I was in a small, metal room with a bed and a toilet. I slowly stood up, and saw there was a window on the sides of the room. I saw Shelby on the floor, unconscious in the left one, and Eli unconscious on the right one. I banged on the walls, but it was no use. I tried to use my powers, no use. I tried screaming for help, no use. I was trapped in this dark room, no one to comfort me.