Fear:
An unpleasant emotion that courses through the nerves of your brain caused by the apparent threat of danger, pain, or harm.
Everyone has a fear. Fear of the dark, Fear of heights, fear of change, fear of stopping, and the list never ends. Some...
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Dripping. The leaking water from somewhere continues to drip by as I sat here. The periodic sound of the water hitting the floor drowsing and hypnotizing. Forcing me to shut my eyes which I can not do.
A droplet of my sweat ran down my neck under my shirt reminding me how humid it is. My hands cuffed to the tiled wall behind me while my legs were spread as I sat on the same concrete floor. My back bent forwards as it found that posture comfortable for a few hours. My head loosely kept downwards facing the cement between my legs as I felt another droplet trying to reach down my forehead.
Just for a little bit. For I can't help but be tempted to just for a second. I shut my eyes just for a second. The darkness of the absence of vision enveloping me. My subconscious allowing my consciousness to drift away.
Screaming, she was screaming but they were muffled. The knife piercing through her flesh repeatedly. Again and again. Her screams would be deafening if not for the cloth placed inside her mouth. The knife pushed through her blouse yet another time the red crimson-like color taking over the entire cloth spreading into a patch much bigger than before.
The sound of the knife pulling out from her skin while she continued to scream. My eyes shut, not wanting to see what would become of the lady. Until her screams stopped, steps towards me were heard. I opened my eyes just a little only to see his face right in front of mine, staring into my soul as I tried to wiggle out of the ropes which bound me to the wall. His bloody hand reaching for my face.
My eyes open wide. Tears welling within them. I can't shut them. It will never stop how much ever I want it to. A lone tear runs down my dusty cheek as I remind myself of my fate.
I wasn't alone though. There was someone resting the same way I was, right next to me. His hands cuffed to the same wall behind us while his legs spread just like mine but, his back was pressed against the tiles, unlike mine.
His clothes were much worse than mine. The jeans he wore had brown patches of dirt all over them with denim threads peeking out while his shirt which I assumed to be grey was wrinkled with few holes in them. His head on his shoulder, his face wasn't visible as it was under the shadow of the tall shelf right next to him. His chest was rising and falling as he slept.
The room was dark, it appeared to be a basement by the little amount of light the small window not many feet away from the shelf, brought. Right now, it let in some pale yellowish light into the room illuminating the little place in front of it.
The grey concrete on which we sat ran right to the opposite wall which was a good eight meters away from us. The wall opposite us was bricked. The place looked undone, under construction.
I have been in this place for almost a day with the little amount of water that he made sure I drank.
The droplet splashing against a puddle of the same now. The light brought in dimming as seconds pass by. I raise my head up to avoid the cramp creeping up my neck.
A bulb. A very dust one. The cylindrical iron case holding the glass ball seemed rusty judging by the crumbles of red and brown on it. The wire stuck to the concrete ceiling as it ran across the room right next to the same window.
I haven't seen it lit. Not seen anything but the dark ever since I got here. Not experienced any light, neither artificial nor natural. I woke up only a few hours ago to see that it was dark outside. I slept through the day.
Smirking, he pulled up my sleeve as I tried my hardest to jerk my hand out of his grip. My eyes were wide with tears pooling them as my breath quickened. My chest rising and falling faster than I have ever seen. His smirk growing as incoherent whimpers left my mouth.
The needle now lined with the fold of my elbow. My eyes as wide as they can be, the needle piercing through my flesh oh so smoothly. Until his thumb reached the other end and pushed the liquid into my system. My body trying its best to get itself out of his grip. Only for it to be tightened. The effect of the fluid taking over as I felt myself losing consciousness with his lips moving, speaking.
Why me?
I was doing my job something I am paid for. A very noble job. I remember how I counted minutes until I saw my wife and children waiting for me with open arms and kisses. The smile on my girls' faces when they see their dad returning from work, always in the hope I would get them something other than myself. A breathy chuckle left my mouth.
Now, I counted hours until I stop waiting at all.
My little babies wouldn't have a dad to play with, no one to look for as a shield from their scary mother. I would not be able to see them, their smiles, hear them call me 'papa' ever again. All of it being snatched away from me. These memories depreciating in value each breath I take.
What do I feel?
Nothing. I have nothing to feel. No hope to cling on to. All I feel is my heart slow down ever so steadily. Emptiness clogging my brain. No fear. Not one part of me was scared any longer. All I felt was the time ticking by as my patience became even more unbearing.
I sit here waiting for him to show up and kill me. I already imagined it. Pictured everything. I am prepared to die that at this very moment I feel numb, all sensations blocked out of my mind.
My heartbeat now harmonizing with the dripping as I finally smile in peace.
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Baibai guyssssssss!!!!!!
I am not that confident with this chapter but ya hope u like it!
the answer to 'found it' lies in the next chapter.
