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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 |
