Stitches of faith (horror story)

Instructions

It was the middle of math class. I have been feeling gross all day. I asked the teacher if I could be dismissed. She told me I had a lot of work to catch up on. I grumbled. It must be the school food that was doing this to my stomach. I really wish she had said yes. Suddenly, the whole room flashed. Did the power die? Did I pass out? The world grew white. When I got up, I realized the whole room was gone. I was in darkness. I yelled for anyone. I sat in confusion. What had just happened? I tried to sit up. Something pulled me backward. Now, I was trying to think if I was just sleeping. I tried to touch my hands but something was holding me back. A light appeared in the darkness. I squinted to see if I could get a better glance at whatever this was. I couldn’t. I felt something run up my arm. I screamed in shock. I had to pull whatever was holding me back. As I tried to pull on the rope or chains, I realized that the ground was wet. I was desperate. I called out to the light for help. It stayed there. It wasn’t listening. I was crying. Sobbing in fact. I curled up and cried into my knees. Was this because of how my life was going? Then, I was yanked toward something. It was too dark to see. The light faded with distance. Was this because I had strayed from God? Was this my faith in him? Going into the dark. I pulled with all my strength. I saw memories flashing by me. Memories of me smoking, stealing, lying to the people I once loved. Me ignoring the goodness in the heart. The darkness pulling me in. The memories stuck in my head. The tears were streaming down my chin. Whatever was pulling me was going so fast. Like it was pulling through my worst of days. Each and every one. I looked up and saw a dark figure. It was caped and when it looked down on me, I saw it had dark red eyes and horns. The breath in my chest left me. Was this hell I was in? Quickly, my surroundings got brighter. I looked up and saw the light speeding up to me and the dark thing. The light was so bright. It overpowered the dark figure. I cried. It didn’t ignore me. It wasn’t too late. I could still change. Everything swirled. I woke up on the floor of my class. Woah, was that a dream? I heard the teacher screaming for me to get up. I made a decision to make better choices. Pray every day. I would go to church. This was it. The turning point in my life. Little did I know, the dark claw stuck in my back. Stabbing at my spirit. And behind it? The dark red-eyed figure.