IRIS’ P.O.V.
Everything was dark.
Not the kind of dark that came with night or the soft hush of shadows, but a suffocating black that pressed against my skin like water filling my lungs. It was so complete that I could not even see myself. My arms, my legs, even my breath felt stolen.
The first sound came as a whisper. Faint. Almost mocking.
“Iris…”
My eyes darted around though there was nothing to see, just endless black. “Help!” My voice echoed back at me, weak and small. “Somebody help me!”
No answer. Only silence thick enough to choke on. My chest burned, my limbs heavy, like a mountain had been dropped on top of me. I tried to move, to crawl, to fight, but the weight held me down.
“Is anyone there?” My voice cracked, thin as glass. “What’s happening?”
Still nothing. The longer
