Darkness was all he could see. He felt like he was trapped in a dark box with no air and opening. No matter where he went, It always seemed like he was walking in circles, with no exact direction. Everywhere was the same and different at the same time. He struggled to open his eyes while his ears were filled with the soft humming of the oxygen concentrator, and the constant beeping of the heart monitor.
Each time he tries, he feels like he was being drawn back by darkness itself, giving him no more chance to breathe. Each time, he becomes unconscious and wakes up again, reliving the torture of trying to leave this empty hole he had found himself for weeks. However, this time, a gasp escaped his lips as he fluttered his eyes open. The only color Vincent Sullivan could make sense of was wh
