My Easttle Practice Piece!

Ola!

This term we have a writing test that is coming up soon so we were allowed to prepare by writing a practice. we had to follow a certain starting sentence and create the story around that in any genre! I chose horror and it started with the day things started disappearing. Here is my story. Any further feedback or questions please comment them and i'll try and answer :)

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The day things started disappearing started with me waking up in a pitch black room, I remember falling asleep on a comfy bed, but I try to move to see if I fell off my bed but I instantly start crying from how much my back hurts, I feel around trying to see if my stuffed toy was near me, but it wasn't. I then tried feeling for my blanket that I fell asleep with it on top of me, but it wasn't there. I then felt a cold draft come from the window. I look up to my window and see the glass is no longer there, neither are my curtains. It seemed like it was midnight but I couldn’t see a single cloud, star or even a moon in sight. I try to roll over to check if there was anything in my room but all I could feel was pain. ‘I had to push through the pain if I want to find out what happened’ I told myself just so I could gain the willpower to even do anything.

I eventually moved onto my other side, all I wanted was a pain killer to stop the pain so I could fall back asleep. But there was no pain killer on my bedside table, nor the bedside table itself. I felt myself shiver and I knew something happened while I was sleeping. I wished I had night vision so I could see what was the case, but I wasn't able to since i’m not magical. I pushed through the tornado of pain and crawled to my door, I used the little strength I had to push the door open and then I facepalmed into the ground, I felt exhausted and powerless. All I wanted was my bed so I could fall asleep. But it didn’t seem like I could, even the carpet was gone. I eventually looked up to nothing, it seemed like my parents moved out the house but I doubt they would leave me behind. I crawl with the thought that I could hug my parents and that this was normal, but when I peak over past the door frame hoping to see my parents and their bed, but I didn’t see a thing.

I felt powerless and I wanted to scream in agonising pain but I knew that it would do nothing. I wasn't able to take my mind off the pain in my back and me holding back my tears. I eventually gave up and screamed my heart out, Hoping somebody would come and save me from this horror. But… Nobody did. I couldn’t scream no more since my voice just left me and so did my parents, my throat, back and heart are hurting. I couldn’t even cry. I had nothing left, I was starving and exhausted. I didn’t understand what and how. I can’t even fall asleep. All I could do was wait until some sort of miracle happened. But that even seemed unlikely.

Soon enough, seconds become minutes, minutes become hours, hours become days and I'm still here. I’m still suffering and I don’t see me stopping. It seems that I've been left here to die, to suffer a painful and long death. It seems like it was all planned and at first, I didn’t even realise it. I didn’t even realise that this could’ve been planned. And I wished I had. I shut my eyes… Hoping that this will all be put to an end… Hoping that I can forget about how this all happened… Hoping the pain would go away… Soon enough, my suffering finally ended. I had died. I don’t understand how or why it had to be me to suffer this painful death. I didn’t look everywhere but I couldn’t bear the pain anymore.