Darkness, pain, seas of blood and the decomposing bodies surround me. Where am I and how did I get to this place? There is an overwhelming feeling of a feeling I am not familiar with in any kind of fashion. My thoughts are being clouded by what I'm guessing is fear, panic pumps through my heart as my lungs struggle to process the oxygen I breath in.

 

I can't do this anymore, I think I may die, the darkness seems to be sucking me in. The corpses of prior victims seem to push me forward, chanting "Do it" repeatedly, urging me to jump off of the slab of ground I notice myself to be balancing on. I peer of the side, a gapping pit below stares back into my soul as the breeze around me increases, I can now feel death coming for me, I blink, momentarily startled at what I'm about to do, tears roll down my face as I start regretting what I'm about to do but I can't stop now, I've gone too far to go back.

 

It's time to do it, I jump. The rushing air fill my clothes, enlarging them, slowing my decent ever so slightly. I can't breathe anymore, I'm moving too fast, although the adrenaline rush keeps me awake. I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for the final collision, time to end it all.

 

That's when it happens, I wake up. My eyes stutter back open, the sinking feeling persists, I look below myself, there is nothing there, the ground gets closer...All this time, I thought I was in a dream, the only way to escape being to die. It seems like I weren't, now I see my mistake, I thought too sincerely, I tried to outsmart my mind only to fail into this, this situation.

 

That, or I'm trapped.

 

Yes, I'm encased, trapped, stuck.

 

In simply, an eternal nightmare, and the only way to end it is death.