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Heavy breathing, loud footsteps. That is all I can hear in this small, dark space.

Where am I? Who am I? What's going on?

I need help... What for though?

I can't remember anything - nothing at all.

Wait... Es... ther... Esther.. ESTHER!


I wake up with a jolt as I hear somebody shout my name, thinking that I must've slept in and I'm late to school or something like that - but the only thing I see around me is the dark, empty bedroom that I share with my sister.

What was that? It must have been a strange dream to wake me up so suddenly... But what even happened in it? I don't know, but I can't think clearly at all and I think I need to do something to distract myself.

Lisa is still sound asleep in the bunk underneath me, so being as quiet as I can (which is surprisingly silent) I peel the thin sheets away from my body and wipe off the hair that has been plastered to my forehead by sweat.

The room has become too hot, stifling even, so I decide to step outside and maybe get a drink from the kitchen on my way. So I slip out the door and creep down the halls - making sure I don't step on the creaky floorboards that are scattered about everywhere.

Soon I'm in the kitchen and I've poured a glass of cold, fresh water. It slides down my throat and cools my body down and soon I'm calm enough to think properly again.

I force open the old wooden door that leads out to our overgrown, wild garden and sigh as I look at the sight of long grass and a jungle of weeds. Somebody needs to cut that... I'll make sure to tell Mrs Wright tomorrow.

My gaze drifts up to the dark sky and as I look at the stars, I wonder what I'm even doing here. The town of Marshton is the only place I've ever been in my whole life. I love it, and the people in it (SOME of them at least) - but sometimes I just wish I could visit somewhere other than the local museum or the town hall.

I want to explore the world outside the border, not be stuck repeating the same daily cycle for the rest of my life. Wake up, go to school, go to work, go home, sleep, repeat. That is all I've ever done in my life and it is all I ever will do.

At least that's what everyone tells me. But when I turn eighteen, I'm leaving this place for good. Because I don't fit in. I don't belong in this life.

Only one more year to go...

And with that thought in my head, I turn around and head back inside, drying my glass and leaving it in the cupboard. Then I creep back into bed and let myself drift off, hoping I won't have anymore weird experiences tonight.


Ok, thanks for reading the first part of 'Beyond the Void'! I know it was extremely short and quite boring, but I promise it will get better and longer as the story progresses (...hopefully XD).

Anyway, updates should come weekly (if I can't update, I'll say in these notes) so please look forward to the next part! Also, you can find this story on Wattpad too - so please check out my account (Nybor 64). Thanks :)

Merry Christmas, and I'll see you soon! - GhoulShifter64