Darkness

 

 

Soft chatter of familiar voices. I can hear them. My name is muttered constantly, subtly under their breaths. But why?... It was  dark, so dark that my imagination formed figments of shadowy figures in front of me. But can they see me?  Do they even know that I am here? I am caught captive in this darkness, for reasons beyond me and beyond my control. My head full of fleeting memories and scattered emotions. I can feel their presence around me; they comment as if they can see my thoughts. If I were only able to speak. (But then they would know that I am here). My body was frozen with terror. I could not move if I wanted. Feelings of hopelessness and uncertain terror. The terror, due to this unknown predicament. How was I supposed to escape?  If it weren’t for this paralyzing fear that held me. My eyelids were pressed down solid to shut out the blinding light . Although the air was rather stale, I sensed the smell of spring,  as if flowers were in bloom, (but it was winter) and I was cold. The feint sound of organ music was playing. Eerie, hollowed songs echoed in the distance. I heard shuffling of footsteps walking by me, whispers and sobs. Their mood was somber. Why were these people that I am so earnestly trying to avoid in a state of sadness? Are they responsible for this captivity? I remained silent. Moments passed as I planned my escape. I waited. The smell of flowers began to consume my senses. Fear crept into me as I search for the courage to move. My body shaking – from the cold? Anxiety? Perhaps. I could here them exiting. Was this my chance? I had to leave this prison filled with such fear, and such darkness. My breathing was still and my chest did not move. A door closed, and then locked. Suddenly the room started to move, side to side, as if it was being carried. And then a hush. Stillness. I heard a man, muffled, speaking of entering the kingdom of God. I still could not move. The floor was slowly giving out below me. Was I being lowered? A thud. Tapping… Then followed what sounded like rain. What I thought was silence was nothing compared to now. It was as if I were deaf. The smells of earth.

 

I counted nearly 10 years before the headaches came. The drilling of small insects into my brain. Slowly gnawing. My skin first, followed by my flesh. A burning and pulling feeling. The worms were burrowed deep within me now.

 

A time of near 30 years before I turned to ash in this dark hell. No more than they sounds of vile insects scratching their way in to dine on my paralyzed body. No light. No escape. Just the darkness. Fleeting memories. Constant terror. Stillness. Death.

Reviews

[Glamorous Eyes]

Very interesting read. Great images as usual. It was a cool way to interpret how it would feel from inside the box instead of what everyone always sees.

[Dave Lounsbury]

Nice work, you painted a very vivid picture with your words.
I really enjoyed the tone and atmosphere.
I did notice a few grammatical errors but nothing that would hinder the overall reading experience.