I. Escaping the darkness.

The gloom slid gently over my feet, gently and timidly it was absorbing everything around me, I walked with my heart in my hands, clinging to fear with courage, the wooden boards creaked with remarkable life, breaking the silence that I dominated before in that room .

My heart stopped in its tracks when I saw the pulsating flash of the mirror, the last fragment, I looked around that piece of glass, it was the only decent and reliable source of light, I took a breath before extracting that object, almost in a Simultaneously, the wood under my feet creaked with pride, separating in the darkness.

I collapsed against a viscous liquid, blinded by the gloom I managed to do nothing but run. A small trail of crimson footsteps appeared in front of me, without a doubt I followed them, my heart began to beat in time with my heavy steps, salvation felt distant and confused, the crimson trail merged with the thick liquid, despite this I kept running, prompted by a strange creaking sound.

I squeezed the object in my hands hard, I shouldn't lose it so easily, not after so much. Between my thoughts, a voice, as deep as a bang, made itself heard, reciting my name continuously, with increasing desperation.

I smiled when I made out the crimson trail again, the faint glow of that path dazzled my sight and made me realize the disgusting fluid that was climbing up my legs.

A superhuman force pulled me backwards, causing me to impact sharply on the ground, turn on my body which received all kinds of wounds when rubbing so quickly against the earth, sweat, blood and that fluid mixed giving birth to the most repulsive feeling that ever had on me.

I choked my breath at the rotten smell that my own body emanated, trying to get up I was attacked by a twinge in the stomach, I fell again on that viscosity that surrounded me, the action was repeated when I tried to get up again. I cursed to myself, without letting this stop me I began to crawl on the ground, my bruises began to spill something pasty.

Thus, surrounded by intolerable sensations I continued to advance, suddenly the dull sound of an arrow burrowing into my leg stopped me, I bit my lip, burying my face in the ground, my breathing was agitated and uncontrollable, I could no longer move, the pain it was too much to contain.

"Haley…" The same voice called from behind, this time it echoed in the place, repeating itself several times.

My conscience began to darken little by little while the voice became clearer and clearer in my head, before losing it completely I could differentiate one or another sensation, among them, the touch of an unknown person.