Darkness and Light

Zander’s POV

My skin feels stretched and tight, and it stings and burns with the pricks of a million needles that seem to painfully ripple all over my body. This must be what death by a thousand cuts feels like. The metallic taste of blood coats my mouth and tongue like I've taken an almighty punch to the face. Nothing is clear, no sound, no light, just a hollow darkness that creeps ever closer, menacingly enveloping me in its eerie embrace. I'm aware of an invisible force that is tugging on me, coaxing me to open my eyes, to feel something other than pain and dispair.

The sensation intensifies with every passing moment, radiating up my spine and yet I remain powerless to respond to its call. The thick, heavy blanket of darkness that surrounds me won't let go of its hold on me, and something tells me that I'm not going to be able to break free any time soon.

I can't see anything, but I don't need to. The feeling of the pull is enough for me, it's a familiar sensation, comforting, li