You find yourself at the doors of a long hallway. In my case, this hallway was the one leading to my school gym. This is how it all begins. This is how it started with me.
When it begins, you’re leaning against the blue double doors leading to the hall outside of the one you’re in. You look down the sterile hallway and you begin to slowly move your feet towards the gym. That’s when you realize the floor is entirely covered with water, and you’re in at least two feet deep.
You continue to slowly, albeit quietly, walk down the hallway. The place is empty and your legs feel weak. You try to move as quietly as possible, even though there’s no one there. There’s no one that you’d even remotely disturb while you’re walking down this hall.
You remember the laughs of high schoolers as they gossip behind others’ backs. You also remember the days you came out of the gym sweating and how bad