I'm running. I don't know whether it's away or towards something.
All I know is if I stop, it stops.
Then, a white light appears, and it pierces through me, shards splitting me and unravelling my very being, shattering life and leaving none surviving.
Then I jolt.
I'm in the white room again.
There are people here. I don't recognise any of them.
Their faces contorted in pain. Eyes wet and unseeing. Faces blushed crimson red.
A bone shattering wail blocks all sound. The pain is unbearable. My side is pulsing, flowing.
I know what's wrong with me now, but I don't want to deal with it.
I let go.
Then I'm running again, into the unknown.