I open my eyes. I close them again. And again, I open them. Nothing changes. I can hardly tell the difference of when they are open or when they are shut. I breathe in the stuffy air. I wonder how long before the air runs out. In the darkness full of questions, I try to slow my heart beat. My mind floods with questions that screech in my brain, clawing their bloody fingers at the edges of their cage of not knowing as I lay in the darkness and silence that resemble death so closely. Where am I? Why am I here? How can I get out? Is that even possible? Will I ever see my loved ones again? Who put me in here? How long wiill I be in here? How long before I die? Am I going to die in her? My throat is too sore to make much sound. I already tried screaming for help; it was useless. The only sound in the silence is of my sobs as I try to breathe normally, but I can't. I'm too scared. I'm terrified of the dark.
Ayala55 · Mon Mar 22, 2010 @ 05:07pm · 0 Comments |