HOPE
The hardest prison to escape is the one you haven't realized you are in.
"I can save you."
Something shakes me hard, causing a sharp pain to slice through my mind.
"Wake up. I can save you."
The voice cuts through the fog swirling in my brain. I open my eyes slightly. Around me is nothing but darkness—it's like drifting in a starless void. A cold chill creeps through my body, warning me that something is wrong.
A hand grabs my arm and shakes me again, harder this time. "There's not much time. You need to wake up. I'm here to help you Hope"
A thin line of light cracks the blackness. I focus on it, even as the shaking continues. The crack grows wider until, suddenly, bright light floods my eyes.
I groan, feeling the haze begin to clear. The grip on my arm tightens, and the voice rousing me from sleep amplifies.
I'm shaken once again, this time more harshly, forcing me to snap fully awake.
My eyes shoot open, and my heart throbs against my chest at the sight before me.
