Owen slowly awoke as he felt himself floating on something, not something in a sense he was afloat on water. The water was pitch black the sky had only a few stars shimmering that acted as some light in this gloomy place.
The black sea seemed to have no end as if it was infinite.
As Owen floated there, confusion swirled in his mind like the dark waters beneath him. He blinked, trying to adjust to the dim light of the stars, but their glow did little to illuminate the vast emptiness around him. The stillness was unsettling; the silence hung heavily, broken only by the soft lapping of water against an unseen edge.
He stretched out his arms, testing the boundaries of his existence in this peculiar realm. The sensation of floating was both calming and eerie, as if he were suspended between dreams and reality. With a deep breath, he tried to recall how he had ended up here. Was it a dream? A nightmare? The memories felt like shadows at the edges of his consciousness, elusive and fleeting.
As he scanned the horizon, he noticed a faint glimmer toward the west—a flicker of light that pulsed rhythmically within the darkness and despite the trepidation gnawing at his gut, he began to paddle gently with his arms, propelling himself towards the mysterious beacon.
The closer he drew, the more defined the light became, revealing itself as a small island out of the black sea. The shore was lined with smooth, fine sand that sparkled faintly under the starlight, giving the illusion of being dusted with diamonds. Owen's heart raced at the prospect of solid ground, a place to anchor himself in this surreal landscape.
As he reached the land, he clambered onto the beach, feeling the cool grains slip between his fingers. Standing there, he took a moment to gather from the island illuminating something strange in the center.
Tension filled the air as he approached the thing, drawn to it as he was and why he had come. As he reached out to touch its surface, the light it gave dimmed gradually before disappearing.
Owen gasped, pulling his hand back as he tried to process what happened he fell into the black water once more.*SPLASH!!*
The island had followed with the light.
"My light ..." suddenly what occurred today or yesterday he didn't know what the date was but he still remembered what Alex said
"Oh yeah ..your so called light is quite dim" Alex said while chuckling "it may fade soon hahaha "
"Fuck, even in my dreams this walking hazard of problems will bother me!? Why!?"
He screamed to the night sky as he floated on the water surface.
"Its always me..my adoptive family hates me..my classmates treat me like shit.. I have no one in this world.."
He splashed about and struggled in the water as if his pain was heavier than gravity itself.
"Its always been that way" this time it wasn't Owen speaking. He didn't realize that , he actually replied to it "yes they hate me.."
"Your a burden"..."A fleeting memory to your schoolmates"..." The voice said
At first it sounded as if someone was speaking from across the street but slowly the voice got closer.
"A temporary parasite " Sofia said and followed by lucy " a..leach "...." A waste..."
Said mia
"A disappoin- " said Michael before pausing it seemed Owen noticed
His index finger formed a small red flame that slowly moved up his whole palm and more red embers intertwined with black slowly appeared.
"Father wouldn't say that... " He was in a trance like state as he gently looked around, for Owen Michael seemed more like a friend..no ..
"No..no..NO!" He shook his body wildly once more before he realized it his body was already submerged and only his chest and head were visible.
The voice became quiet before slowly retreating to where it came..It was the pitch black sea itself...the abyss
Owen looked down into the pitch black sea and saw 3 glowing orbs 1 which was glowing dimly than the rest but it's light was able to be seen by Owen and then the two crimson orbs that looked like eyes..it was not possible for light to pass through pitch black.
He was being stared at..the same way he was staring back at those orbs.He broke out in cold sweat then..
*Snap!*
Owen's heart raced as he jolted awake, his breath coming in quick gasps. The remnants of the dream clung to him like shadows, the orbs still vivid in his mind. He sat up in bed, the faint light of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting soft patterns on the wall.
"Wtf just happened "
What had he seen? The dim glow of the single orb contrasted sharply with the two crimson eyes that seemed to pierce right through him, He could almost feel their heat radiating, a kind of magnetic pull that both intrigued and terrified him. Owen rubbed his face, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream, but the unease settled heavily on his chest.
He didn't even question why he woke up on his bed since he remembered passing out after seeing something flash towards his face yesterday at night. He didn't know at what time tho.
He got out of bed, moving to the window and peering outside. The world was bathed in pale morning light, he saw the pitch black sea visible in the distance, its surface calm and inviting. But the depths held secrets—he could feel it.
The pitch black sea flashed as quickly as it appeared and what was left was a mountain of corpses that stared at Owen.
He didn't make a sound and he just passed out once more with a thud he fell on the unevenly colored floor.
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Owen woke up again and stood up , his back was sore as if he had slept on the floor.
" wait how did I even get here." He looked around then went to take a bath. You could call him the flash.
After freshening up and changing into clean casual clothes he sneaked towards the kitchen where he found no one was present.
He checked the time and saw it was 11:00 am so his family might have left to do something family like. He brewed himself a cup of coffee then sat down in the living sofa.
The dream had felt so real, so foreboding. Was it just a figment of his imagination or a warning of something lurking beneath a facade he called his dreams he sipped his coffee, Owen pondered what it might mean. He didn't believe in omens, but the visceral nature of his dream left him unsettled.
He shook his head. "Just a bad dream," he muttered to himself. Yet, deep down, a whisper of doubt remained, gnawing at him. What if those orbs were more than just a manifestation of his fears? What if they were an invitation—or a threat?
Determined not to let his imagination get the best of him, Owen went upstairs to his room with each step, he tried to shake off the darkness that had enveloped him during the night. Perhaps the sun would illuminate more than just the waking world he thought to himself.