Mitchell was banging his fist against his bedroom wall.
He was kicking-screaming.
Why couldn't anyone hear him?
He slumped against the wall,
he never cried.
He sucked away his tears, and got up.
He pulled harder at the door knob,
only to have it break off.
It left a hole the size of his fist there.
He stuck his hand in it,
the leftover wood scraping his hand and pinching him.
His hand was pushed back by a gust of black cloudy air.
Wheezing at the dust,
he took a breath of fresh air from behind him.
Mitchell crouched down on his knees,
and looked through the hole.
He peered around, seeing his regular house.
There was a creak from behind him,
and he spun around.
Seeing nothing but his dark room,
he spun back towards the hole.
He looked through it,
and saw a dark figure pass by it.
"Mom...?" He whispered.
The dark figure stopped,
and walked towards the door.
In a matter of seconds,
Mitchell was being sucked into another room.