Something Evil...

Everything was dark. Pitch black. Was I sleeping? 

I couldn't feel my body.

What had he done to me? What was in the needle? Some kind of drug? 

What did he inject me with? 

After the first memory ended I returned to the pitch-black world. That was the safest word to explain that. 

It exists somewhere in my mind. I didn't know how? Why? And where? 

I couldn't feel my body, that's what made me terrified. And if it was a dream why was I unable to wake up? 

Questions. That's all I had. 

My mind was bustling with them. 

Why did he come back? What did he want? 

Revenge? But he already had this. If not for the forsaken day I met him my life might not have taken this epic turn. 

What else did he want? 

'Don't put that much pressure on your brain, chickpea. That's not your job.'

I heard his voice talking, loud and clear in my mind. 

'What have you done to me? What's going on?'