Isaac
The labyrinth seemed to go on forever. We just walked and walked and walked, never quite reaching anywhere. The walls were as dark as ever and it was starting to take a toll on my mood. Despite me being apparently quite prickly and cold, I actually felt good in the dream. It was a change from the ever-so-boring-and-depressing actual life, which had gotten me in the dream in the first place, I suppose. There were people who would talk to me, and not just to make fun of me or to try and comfort me or something. People in the real life were always like that, and I either couldn't care less or always got angry at their efforts. It'd not taken long for my new classmates to leave me alone for good.
The ironic part was that even though I wanted friends, I'd practically closed that door myself, which ultimately contributed to my self-loathing.
But that wasn't like that in the Dream, for some reason. The mere change from the grey routine of pointless existence had me in relatively high spirits for a while. But now, in the labyrinth, that started to fade away. The company didn't really help that much. I could sense that Lucas and Alex were decent people, but I also felt that they had their own troubles and if there was one thing in my life I didn't need more of, it was trouble. Still, I was happy that they were there with me, even if only a little.
I lifted my eyes to see if anything had changed. I stopped right there. The labyrinth was still the same, but something had changed.
I couldn't see Lucas or Alex anywhere. Maybe they turned at a corner and I'll just follow them now, I told myself in my mind. Maybe they turned at a corner and I walked right past. I hurried on to the next turn, but it was empty. I was alone again. Anger flashed in me, and desperation. Had I really just gained two (sort of) friends, only to lose them? No, they'd just be somewhere nearby. I'd just missed a turn somewhere, I could find them again.
It took about fifteen minutes before I was completely lost (technically, I'd already been that before) and I had no idea how to return to the place where I first discovered my isolation. I couldn't find them again, I was sure of it now. So I slumped down against the labyrinth wall and just sat there, brooding and feeling generally furious towards Lucas and Alex, who'd disappeared, towards myself, who I had not paid enough attention to follow them, towards this whole bloody Dreamworld, where I didn't even know if I was alive or dead. If I wanted to kill myself there, would I even be able to die? Fuck it, fuck everything, fuck this fucking dream or coma or limbo or whatever the fuck it is in particular. There was no way out of it, none whatsoever. I hadn't felt so hopeless in a long time.