He was panting. He must have been scared. He'd ran over a mile to get away from them, and he did. But what now? He's in the middle of no where, cold, hungry, tired. He slowly walked, walked away from the scene. They're gone, he thought. They're really gone.
He found a nice pile of dirt to lay in. He fell asleep. Once the morning came, he awoke. But he felt funny. Yes, very funny indeed. In fact, he was laughing himself. His dream, his horrible dream. He couldn't believe it, it seemed so darn real. So real in fact, that he still had the scraped knee from when they bit him. Or, was this scrape, from the accident on his bike that he'd had before. He can't remember. It's as if his mind has gone blank. Completely blank.
Instead of sitting there thinking about nothing, he got up and walked into the bathroom. Or what he thought was the bathroom. It was the closet. He couldn't believe it; he didn't even know where his bathroom was. Then, slowly, his vision. It started to disappear, little by little, his puples, getting smaller and smaller, until finally he couldn't see. He didn't know what to do; he couldn't think straight, and now he couldn't see. How will he navigate around?
Finally, he felt around until he could find a door. But again, it wasn't the bathroom door. It was the room exit door, that leads into the hallway. He walked through the door, feeling every creak and cranny he could feel, until he found another door. He didn't know if he had two doors that lead to the bathroom or not, but he went into it.
Suddenly, he was warped into a very white room. He couldn't see anything but white. He wasn't even sure if he was in a room or not, he just knew everything was white. Wait a minute, he could see! Yes, he could see here, but not back at that house. He doesn't even know if that's his house, or somebody else's house. He just knew he slept in it, lost his vision, wondered into a room and suddenly regained his vision.
He tried to walk around, but it was as if his legs wouldn't move. Could he not control his own legs? He really didn't know. He waited, waited for what seemed like hundreds of years, until suddenly, he was warped somewhere else. This time, not so white, but more ... orange. He was in an orange room, this time, though, he could see the edges of the walls. He really was in a room. A very ... orange room. He wondered where he was, if he was still in that house, or if he was in some other dimension.
Part 2 coming soon!