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Disappearance

Chapter One

By lostatredPublished 5 years ago 3 min read
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Caleb is unsure of what's going on. One minute, he'll be in school frantically taking notes, and the next he'll be running out of the room with his hands covering his eyes. Trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together, he eventually figures out that he's been having visions. Although he is unsure of the meaning, he begins to realize that he needs help. When he entrusts in a mysterious witch, he releases an unknown chemical that begins to consume the world. What happens when he is the only one who actually knows what's happening and doesn't have a single clue as to how to stop it?

“Caleb?” There was a brief pause.

“Were you even listening to what I just said?” Mrs. Thompson’s voice slowly entered my brain as I began to zone back into reality. I tried to focus my eyes on Mrs. Thompson’s hazy figure, but I noticed myself having trouble. Her fuzzy figure began to fade into one big blog. Her black sweater began to morph with the dark chalkboard behind her as her lower-half appeared to slightly sway from side to so. Or was I actually the one swaying? It can’t be this again. I thought to myself stupidly, of course it was this again. But why me was the real question. I tried to focus on the small things to try to shake it off. For example, I tried to zone in on her voice. Strict and demanding.

“Caleb?” Her voice began to ring in my head.

Just take it one word at a time. Don’t panic. I grasped the edges of my desk tightly and then sharply ran my hands through my hair. I-I can’t take it. Stay calm. Don’t cause a scene—no! Get out of here now! My brain was having an inner war with itself. My vision began to twist even more and soon I barely felt like I was in school anymore. I have to get out of here. Yes, get out. Leave. Go somewhere. Anywhere but here. Racing to get out of the classroom, I could barely make it out of my seat. I tripped over that stupid bar that runs along the right side of my desk. Great. This is just perfect. But my thoughts began to lose touch of reality too. I could hear my thoughts mentioning words or phrases I don’t even know.

“The Redchez. It’s all his fault,” my thoughts began to barely sound like my own words. Were they even my thoughts? If I didn’t know what they meant, who’s to say that they were mine?

Thrusting open the door to the men’s bathroom, I made a dash towards the sinks. The mirrors distorted my vision. My shaggy brown hair had turned to a sickening green and my eyes were just white ovals without irises. Just splash a little water on your face and you’ll be fine. I fumbled for the cold water nozzle and gave it a small twist. Icey cold water ran from the faucet, perfect to shake me out of this dreaming state. I quickly splashed the water on my face, barely caring if I got any on my shirt, which I did.

“The Redchez. It’s all his fault,” continued to echo through my head.

Stop with the stupid Redchez! What even is that? My head felt a sharp sting on my left side, then the right. I tried to let out a small shriek of pain, but I couldn’t control my mouth. It was as if my lips had been sewn shut. No one would be able to hear my shrieking cries. No one would be able to save me from this hell. Almost instantly, I collapsed to the floor, slamming my head against the solid. My head was screaming now. I began to fade in and out of consciousness everyone couple of minutes. Black was tearing at the edges of my vision and I couldn’t control it or stop it. An insane dizzy feeling was beginning to consume me and I suddenly felt like I was being transported somewhere off of Earth.

Bright red. All I can see is bright red. Everywhere. There are no trees, no flowers, no buildings, nothing but a rocky red ground.

“Hello?” I shouted as loud as I could without hurting my throat.

“Anyone here?” I shouted a little less loudly.

I quickly during 360 degrees to get a full glimpse of my surroundings, but everything was just red and rocky. About every ten or twenty meters, there were these spiky red structures. They kind of looked like little spiky mountains.

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