Inner Darkness (on hold)

|9| Nightmare

A/N: Hey guys! I am so sorry for how long it has taken me to update! I have been spending time with my family and didn't have much inspiration to write this chapter.

The chapter isn't as long as usual but it has much better quality.

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy! 💚

P.S: You might want to just read the last paragraph of the previous chapter before you read this one. Just so you don't get totally confused.

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'The air surrounding me seemed to thicken so inhaling was no longer a reflex, it was a chore.'

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Darkness

All I could see was Darkness.

Pacing aimlessly through the pitch-black room, I tried to find a way out.

A door

A window

A passage

There was nothing that could be seen for miles.

The pace of my heartbeat was becoming unsteady and the rising and falling of my chest was rapid. My head felt like it was about to explode as the pressure built up so I could no longer know anything but pain.

It started as a throbbing sensation; a headache progressing into a migraine that now loaded my skull with unbearable agony.

It felt as though I was sitting at the bottom of the ocean, and any space within my body that had remnants of oxygen was collapsing.

The air surrounding me seemed to thicken so inhaling was no longer a reflex, it was a chore. I forced the dense substance down my throat and the feeling of it clouding my lungs began to intensify, as my body stiffened so now, I was stood there, panicking.

Every bone, every limb and muscle ached constantly, and there was a persistent voice in my head telling me to let go. As much as I wanted to, I had to figure out where I was and what I was doing.

Despite my blurred vision from the salty water that pricked my eyes, daring to flow down my cheeks, I wiped away the tears and concentrated.

What was I doing five minutes ago?

This question repeatedly played itself in my brain like a broken cassette tape, but all I could remember was waking up, completely oblivious; the smell of rotting flesh overwhelmed my senses and damp bark underfoot.

Was I in a forest?

I couldnt tell as there was no light within a spitting distance of me. It felt like I was in my own personal hell.

Utterly alone, with nothing but death encompassing my thoughts. My worst fear had finally come true; I had no one and was left to wallow in my own self-pity.

I was still unaware of my setting and situation, but in this moment, I didnt care.

All I wanted was to see someones face.

To hear anyones voice no matter who they were.

To feel another beings touch as our skin connected.

Nothing.

My cries for help were useless. Screams that were escaping my lips were blood curdling and laced with anguish, yet no one would ever hear them, and my sanguine attitude had diminished.