I screamed again as I saw her twitching on the floor. She looked as if she were having a seizure. I didn't know what was going, but I soon found out when it began happening to me. 

Suddenly, in the darkness of that horridly evil room, my worst fears came to life around me. 

I was stuck in a prism of glass that was slowly filling with water. It was as if it were taunting me, telling me that there was time for me to escape before I drowned, but there was no possible way to break the glass. In front of me, my family and few friends stood laughing at me-not even trying to help. And then the one person I felt safest with stepped forward. It was my older brother. He'd gone off to war once he turned eighteen. He'd been killed two years ago when he turned twenty-one. As he stood before me a figure cloaked in shadows also came forward. 

Over and over again my brother died in front of me, each time more brutal then the last. I screamed repeatedly and thrashed against the glass. 

The water rose steadily until it was just underneath my chin. I choked on my tears as I realized there was no escape. There was no way I'd ever get out again. Not alive anyways. 

"I love you Kathy. I love you mom and dad. I love you Lucas," I whispered and plunged into the water. 

I held my breath until my lungs began to burn in protest. I held my breath until I couldn't any longer and took in a breath of water. I choked, but I did not panic. I knew that death was inevitable anyways, it was just going to come a little sooner than expected. 

I closed my eyes and waited for death to take me. But it never did. 

The glass shattered around me, my family disappeared from view, my brother was gone. I coughed and sputtered as I drew in lung fulls of air. 

"Kathy?" I yelled in a questioning tone, remembering her laying there on the floor. 

The same sort of thing had probably happened to her. She had seen her worst fears. 

What am I going to do if she didn't make through? a pit of anxiety made itself known in my stomach. 

The adrenaline was wearing off and I couldn't find the strength to stand. So, I crawled to where Kathy's still body lay. 

Please don't be dead... Please don't be dead... I repeated to myself. 

When I reached Kathy's body, I did the first thing that came to mind and shook her. 

"Kathy? Kathy? Kathy!" I yelled as I kept shaking her. 

Her eyes didn't open. She didn't move. She wasn't breathing. 

I let out a strangled cry and backed away from her body. I had a feeling that if I stayed with her for too long, what happened with my parents my happen with her as well. 

I looked around at my surroundings. The room was too dark to really see anything clearly. I could make out the faint silhouette of what looked like a broken window. Yet, no light was streaming through. 

It was then that I realized that I had no idea how long I'd been trapped inside the house. 

It can't have been that long, could it?  

I began to panic as I thought about how long it could have been. Days, months, years. It hadn't felt like long, but what if time was different here? What if what felt like an hour or two was really a year or two? What would become of me then? 

Tears streamed down my face and exhaustion threatened to overtake me, but I kept moving. I kept walking. I walked towards that silhouette of the broken window, for it was my last shred of hope.