Was it possible to be swallowed up by the darkness of oneâ€™s mind? Whether it is their own doing or someone elseâ€™s, the human mind was a fragile thing, a very powerful weapon that should be respected not pulled open for oneâ€™s amusement. Nobody ever wanted to become a plaything in this dog eat dog way of life, seemingly controlled by someone, forced to face all the things you never wanted anyone else to know about. Things were kept locked away for a reason after all. Sometimes it was just a bunch of bad things that hurt people, inner thoughts that you never wanted to have released lest that person find out and look at you differently forever. When the darkness seeps through the mind, blood pouring from an old scar that has been reopened for whatever the reason, things may get ugly.<br/><br/>â€˜The door has been openedâ€¦â€™<br/><br/>Brought out of his daze by those mysterious words, Nick's head was pounding, his throat drier than the African Savannah. The smell of must crawled up his nose as he forced himself to sit up. He sneezed from it; said sneeze was painful and made him feel dizzy. The room he was in was large, circular, and there seemed to be a filthy sofa next to him. Nickâ€™s entire body shivered when he cringed, detesting how filthy this old house was. The distant sound of a ticking clock could be heard. The sound echoed in his mind, bounced off the walls of the area as if nothing was holding them back. It seemed there were other people here besides him. They had said the doors were locked; this caused him to panic slightly but despite thatâ€¦ This place had a deep feeling of emptiness, loneliness so it was somewhat reassuring to know he was not the only one here.<br/><br/>Or was it really?<br/><br/>The way he lived it was almost like one of those movies where you knew the outcome even before the ending happens. There was rarely any change, or if there was it was subtle and had little to no effect on his life style. It was boring but at the same time he knew better than to believe he was safe and let his guard down. They were always watching him, he knew they would find him, he did his best to avoid them but they still kept coming. All because of one stupidâ€¦ stupid what? For some reason he couldnâ€™t remember why they were after him in the first place. In fact he couldnâ€™t recall anything at all which he found rather odd. He was usually good at remembering things. Well, whatever this was it may be the change in his life he had been longing for. Or it could be something else entirely. Tread lightly, curiosity kills the cat and something just doesnâ€™t feel right about this Nick reminded himself as he took in a deep sigh.<br/><br/>For a brief moment he looked at the others around him, then toward the last person that spoke. Should he trust these people despite the reassurance of company? He normally wasnâ€™t someone who questioned the motives of others but at the same time he wasnâ€™t someone who would blindly give someone his trust. Now that he thought of it, it was quite strange that they were all here like this. What reason was there for such a gathering? And why was he here? There wasnâ€™t anything special about him, which he knew that for a fact.<br/><br/>â€œUnless some magic happens, my phone doesnâ€™t seem like itâ€™s going to work any time soon either,â€ he chimed in hoarsely after about a minute passed, his voice very strangely void of any emotion more or less caused by this strange atmosphere, clearing his throat. He pulled said phone out of his pocket and lo and behold the screen was cracked and the battery was missing. Missing battery? This was certainly curious. Not only curious but he was also a bit disappointed at this discovery but thought nothing more of it. Obviously he had more important things to worry about now.<br/><br/>With his nervousness Nick was unable to stand still for very long. His eyes darted around the room, taking in all the scenery: the musty couch which he moved away from since its filth was repulsing, the old rug it rested on, several once grand lounge chairs, and the windowsâ€¦ When he looked out the window there was nothing but darkness obscuring his vision. The same went for the ceiling as well; it was like there was no ceiling at all, or maybe there really was a dark fog that loomed overhead. It looked like a true scene from a horror film or something, in his mind the perfect place to get some photos.<br/><br/>Unfortunately he often used his phone as his camera when he was just being casual. No pictures, it seems. He supposed that's what he gets for trying to have some sense of positive thought...