In the dark

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He wakes.

It is dark.

An endless sea of dark.

And yet, it feels so familiar.

The faint tint of chocolate rests in his mouth.

He stands up, and starts running.

He runs into the vast sea of darkness, not knowing that he is running, yet understands why he is running.

He does not know what or who he is running from, yet feels as if he has been running for a millennium.

As he runs, the darkness behind him grows hot.

He doesn't look back, knowing what it is, yet not knowing what it is.

He curses someone, yet does not know who he is cursing.

As he curses,

frustration builds up in him.

He curses and curses and curses.

He curses everyone who was in the room.

Then he stops cursing.

His footsteps stop.

The heat grows behind him, and the flames touch his back. They burn him, as he feels his own skin getting destroyed.

Shattering

Crumbling

Disintegrating

Melting


Then, it stops.

Everything stops.

His back feels cold.

And then, he sees a figure.

A figure in the distance, sitting on a chair.

A figure he once cared for.

The figure is plump, still a child. He sits there, and on the table, stands a chocolate cake, with a candle on it.

The candle looked familiar, almost as if it were an old friend.

He walks towards the candle.

He steps forward.

And next to the candle, appears another candle.

They stand there, and he feels their anger, residing in them.

He acts as if it were natural, and takes another step.

Step.

Another candle

Step

Yet another candle

Step

Another candle, tightly bound in the middle of the cake.

As he steps forward, he feels more and more of the candles rage.

Step Step Step Step Step Step Step

Eleven candles.

He is right in front of the candles now, and their rage can't be hold back any longer.

They don't hold back.

A flame ignites in the centre of the eleven candles.

It spreads its anger to its brothers, and they burn with him.

The flame is sky high, able to burn down anything in its path.

And then, two voices

They sing, and the figure in front of the flame smiles.

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