The black space, what I can only describe as a ball to this day, floated towards me and into my chest. The worst pain I had ever felt had taken me. I doubled over in pain, hands over my rapidly beating heart. I pushed my forehead as hard into the solid nothingness where the board sat. My shoes scuffed and screeched as they ran and pushed into what was previously a floor. I wanted to scream as tears now streamed from my eyes, to take my heart and hold it to stop the beating, to do anything to take my mind off this pain. I could hear these words in my head: "If you manage to survive the trials life has in store for you, then we shall think secondly on what you have suffered today. If you don't survive, then you lose. This game was just one of many that you will fave. You will wake once your mind and body have healed from this predicament, but your life will never be the same again. The real game will begin once you wake. We bid thee farewell." I bolted up as my back arched, this feeling of a thousand needles forcing themselves into my spine. I opened my mouth and let loose a silent, wordless screech for help. I collapsed and hit my head on something solid. My ears rung with a high pitched tone and my body cramped, pulling in on itself as I went silently.