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White. My retinas burn at the sight of this color, no images in sight. All I can hear is a faint sound of music, a rock ballad to be exact. My eardrums at least have the comfort of a soft, four chord song quietly invading my ears. I must try to get up, but my body moves as if it is tied to a large weight of some sort. Even my tail couldn't twitch, which struck me as odd as my tail would incessantly twitch as if it had a mind of it's own. With some effort, I manage to get myself on my feet only to almost fall back on to the ground after trying to take a step. The feeling of disorientation constricts my body, leaving me to stand stiff in a room of white emptiness.

Looking around some more with my head, my eyes remind me that they are burning. I try to blink my eyes but it didn't help at all. It's not the burning sensation of something being caught in your eye, it's more like you're staring at the sun. The brightness of the color pierces my eyes, stabbing them with multiple needles. I scream in agony, covering my eyes with my hands. It wasn't long until the small light between my fingers starts to wane. Waiting a couple minutes for the light to go away, I remove my hands to be greeted by the dark. This time my eyes are attacked with a new color, though this time it did not last for very long. Objects began forming when my eyes began to adjust; silhouettes of cubes, spheres, and many other assorted shapes. It was clearly night time but the moon was full. The moonlight glistens through the window, uncovering the darkness within the room. With my eyes adjusting some more, I notice I was standing in my room. Oddly enough, I have been standing in the middle of my room this entire time.

_ What am I doing here?_ What just happened? My mind questions almost instantly, yet no answers surfaced. I became frustrated, trying to think what may have happened just a moment ago but to no avail. With a defeated sigh, I decide to turn the light on. Turning around, I notice I have forgotten to keep my room clean. It's a habit of mine due to my forgetfulness, but last time I remember anything the room was at least decent. The floor partially covered by my week and a half of worn clothing, DVDs and plastic bags full of items I've bought from the local store. The opposite goes for my desk and lamp table in front of my window. All that lies on the left desk is an old late 1990s computer and monitor with a small lamp barely on the edge of the desk. I'm still surprised that it manages to balance itself on the desk. The right table is the source of the music that was still playing. A radio with a music player plug in is tucked to the back of the table with a few athletic trophies and a portable game system standing on the front left of the table.

Grabbing the light switch on the lamp, I attempted to turn on the light. However, no light appeared inside of the bulb. I came to a realization that the power was out, figures since the street light outside wasn't even on. Something else was peculiar, my hands felt slightly slippery while turning the light on. Placing my hands in front of the window, I began to notice that my hands are drenched in some crimson liquid.

Is... Is this blood? _My mind began to panic, I walked across the room to a medium size mirror next to my bed. I don't know why I wanted one, there was no need to own one in my room. If anything, it was for the worse as it increased my phobia for mirrors. All that is reflecting in the mirror was a dark shape of a scrawny tiger cat with white fur on my hands and feet, no shirt, and baggy jeans. My eyes are hardly visible. What was once white hands were now stained in what I think is blood. I check my body for any sort of laceration or scrape, but there was nothing. My mind starts racing for conclusions. _Did I cut my hand? No, there is no cut. Did I.. kill someone or something? Then there would be a body around here.

"Lyle!" My head snapped to the right facing the door. In the doorway stood a slightly overweight grizzly bear, a long lost friend of mine, Colmon. A look of shock was written all over his face. Despite the confusion of his expression, I smile involuntarily. It's been years since I last saw him. He's one of my closest friends I've made. He's still wearing his typical t-shirt with an unrecognizable logo and jeans. I would think by after college he would be wearing something other than that, but that didn't bother me too much. I walked over to him and noticed he did not react.

"Hey man! How have you been?" I asked, hoping he will respond. Yet, he did not respond. Colmon stood there paralyzed in that same position, leaning on the doorway. A chill ran down my spine. I jokingly poke his arm. Still no reaction, not even his skin moved. I was touching a boulder. Disturbed, I decided to sneak past him. If I stay longer I stay in that room, I would probably break down. None of this makes any sense, but for now I decide to wash this blood off. Stepping outside my room, I entered my parent's upstair hallway. To the far right of me was the stairs, to the left of me was a closet, and there were many bedrooms in between. There was a dim light source coming from the light on the ceiling fan above me as well.

"What the hell happened to my house?" I said out loud.

"I'm telling mom!" A voice appeared behind me. Turning around was my sister, but she was young. A young blue cat with shoulder length navy blue hair and a childish pink dress ran towards me and pushed me to the ground. The wooden floor greeted my snout with a sharp pain. The young version of my sister ran past me, giggling. I slowly stood up to see the young version of my sister frozen, just like Colmon. I begin losing it. I ran downstairs to the first floor of the house, past my frozen sister. The first floor is one large room with the kitchen and dining room on the left and the living room on the right. It's pitch black, making it hard to see anything within the room. Fortunately I knew the setup of the house, making it easy to maneuver.

Making my way to the end of the living room section, I tripped over the edge of some object. I remembered that my parents used to have a short, wooden coffee table. Then I began to wonder why there was a table there. My parents got rid of that table years ago, why was it here now? Suddenly, a mysterious spotlight from above shined upon the second half of the living room. Everything was the way it appeared years ago; a wooden coffee table with a bowl of sweets and a dark brown couch appeared to the right of me, a large box television tucked in the right corner, a shelf full of family photos facing in front of me, and tan color walls. Turning to my left, my father was leisurely sitting in his large dark green chair who is staring at the blank television screen. Like my sister, he is a blue cat but with a white snout and abdomen and a sort of square shaped head. He's a little on the heavy side due to sitting around the house most of the day when he isn't working. I start to wonder if he knows that the power seems to be out as he is very engrossed with staring at the television screen. Before I decided to walk into the dark hoping to find the kitchen, my father stared directly at me giving me a smile before speaking.

"Lyle before you finally leave the house in the next month, I want to let you know that I'm proud of you. As a parent, I always worry if I brought you up correctly. Questions flood my mind such as 'Was I too soft?', 'Did I discipline you enough?', 'What is there left to teach you?', and many others. I believe you are going to do great things out in this world. As a parent, I'm worried all the time since I will no longer have as strong of a hold on you..." He stopped talking and froze like the rest. I don't know what he said that hit me emotionally but a feeling of sadness and dread begins to devour my insides. I walk away from the spotlight and into the dark to find the kitchen only for the spotlight to instantly appear upon the first half of the living room with my mother sitting on her small tan couch staring at me with a smile. The disturbing smile made me jump this time, but I always found my mother's smiles a little off putting. Like myself, she is a tiger cat but wore a casual sweater and khakis. Unlike my sister, she doesn't have any hair but makes up her feminine features with ear piercings and make up.

"Your father and I decided to give you a gift. You've been behaving quite well for the past three months. I don't know what those tantrums were about but ever since you were in those classes, you have been improving quite well." She moved her hand to the edge of the couch to pick up a robot action figure before she froze as well. My confusion turned into anger.

"Can someone tell me what the hell is going on!?" There was nothing. No response other than the spotlight growing dimmer and dimmer. Fear began to take control as I realize what I have just done. I ran towards the front door which was on the right side of the couch, and tried to open it. I noticed that the blood still on my hands but I didn't care at this point. All I know is that someone or something is doing this to me and I don't want to stick around when it becomes dark again. I manage to open the door with much time to spare and ran outside. As soon as I did, I realized my fear didn't shrink in the slightest.

All I see is white again. There was nothing other than my house, just white space. Logic was thrown out the window, there was just nothing I can do to understand what I am experiencing. Turning around contemplating to enter my house again, I noticed my parent's house is beginning to shrink. Opening the door only led to me seeing nothing inside the house, just white space. Within a few minutes, the house cease to exist.

"Hey there kid." I noticed someone was trying to talk to me but I know they will be in a paralyzed state. None the less, I turned to my left to see a fading figure of my... I forgot. I swear, I know them but...

"Hey Lyle, want to come over?" Turning around, I noticed another fading figure of a very young girl, a human. How the does she know my name? Are we friends? Why would I be friends with a kid? Behind her was a teenage wolf. He looked anxious.

"Hey, I need to tell you something. It's a secret and you seem to be only one I can share this with." A flood of these fading figures appeared around me, figures that know me in some way, shape, or form. It begins to feel overwhelming as a massive headache appeared in my head. I don't know what to do, there are just too many of them.

"Lyle, my man!" "If you do this one more time, I will call the police." "What a wuss, you couldn't take one punch?"

"I only wanted to be with you as a practice run. I really wanted to be with him."

"I bet your dad will beat you good when finds out about this." "I think I like you..."

"Man, that band is sick! Thanks for the suggestion!"

I feel like screaming, but my body suddenly feels weak. I don't think I can walk properly anymore. My body collapsed upon the inexplicit surface after trying to take a few steps. The figures surround my weak body, some frozen in place and others still trying to get me to talk to them. My eyes start to shut slowly, the figures becoming blurs. At least I don't have to go through that any longer.

_ Maybe it's just a dream. I'll wake up in my bed tomorrow and laugh it off with my friends._ One last optimistic thought that appeared in my mind before my eyes closed. I felt

so relieved that I was no longer in this nightmare. It's only a matter of time until my body will become unconscious. I seem to be right as it only took about half a minute before I

begin to lose consciousness. Before my body rests, I heard a faint voice that seemed to be coming from right next to my ear.

"How long are you going to keep doing this?"