Thursday,3.9.2015
When exactly can I wake up from all these havoc? A dream that haunts me for my fear. I want to be free, free from all these pain dwelling up in me. I'm starting to get sick of all the hatred from people around me, the source to all the negativity in my soul... I can feel it RISING! Eating me up slowly..Slowly fading away..
The darkness is starting to cover everything up. I can barely see my own hands from this mere distance.In this darkness it feels cold, quiet, lifeless, and, depressing, and... lifeless.. I feel my fear...They say find for the light and let it guide you... but nothing seems to want to guide me. Everyone and everything gave up on me..I am suffocating, already dying in search for a light. But, I will wait.. I WILL wait patiently. Wait for it to get brighter and save me from all this, everything! I will...
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I awaken from the sound of leaves rustling in the wind, as the birds chirp to the playful shrieks and the wonderful laughter of children playing. Is this the reality? Is.. Is all these real? Am I perhaps... hallucinating? I question myself, In that moment I felt a midst of happiness...... But all those wonderful sound of nature slowly changed. It CHANGED! From the sweet laughter of children laughing to the screams of terror and torture the sickly sweet fragrance of honeysuckles and lavender changed to the rusty metallic smell of blood. The sound of water dripping perhaps..blood dripping. I wondered where I was, my eyes were covered.. no blindfolded by something. Perhaps a piece of cloth.. It smelled horrible. I felt a sharp pain, but I couldn't find the source of and decided not to think about it. My whole body felt weak and painful. I wonder how long have I been stuck and unconscious here? But I realized I still had a lot to wonder about. I feel so helpless, full of questions, and my curiousness of everything. I tried struggling to break free and was using too much energy it made me tired. I probably made too much noise because I heard the sound of footsteps, really hollow and heavy ones.. I hear the sound of chains.. metal ones, gong across the floor at a really slow pace. At that instant moment fear came rushing through me and my heart was beating fast. I stopped struggling, pretending I was already dead. I hope it helped... As my consciousness took hold of me, I knew I was hanged on something, I was upside down.. I felt something wet trickling across my forehead. I tasted blood, and felt my throat tightening. My mouth felt drier than the Saharan desert. The footsteps are back.. Someone is hear. Is it my turn to die? I don't want to die yet.. but... I can't do anything.....
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