Wake up

Fear; an emotion instigated by an unforeseen danger or threat. A very unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, can cause pain, or bring harm. An ugly feeling that keeps my teeth clashing at each other, sweat constantly drip down on my face, a ghost of shiver run down my spine now and then, as my body continues to tremble with unbearable emotions, I have to keep to myself, eyes looking from left to right trying to identify what was going on as the tension keeps rising in the air making it hard to breathe. I keep trying to fit in this tight space that I'm in, there is just thin oxygen passing through my lungs, gnawing and eating my internal system. One thing is clear; I have to find a way to survive.

Animals have identifiable systems for their survival, one was the prey and the other one is the predator, for them to sustain the life they need to kill to feed. The greatest predator animals encounter as humans, created to be the most intelligent organism to ever walk down the earth, in the highest peak of the food chain humanity sit. Ironically, humans also hunt to feed; we kill these organisms for us to have something to present on our plate.

I feel as if I am a cornered rat, with no idea how I got here and was just trying to escape by running. My head hurts, there was a muted noise passing through both my ears. It's irking, deafening, and also heightening my senses. I could hear even the smallest drop of water coming from far away, my nose picking up the strong smell of chlorine.

My head feels as if someone was hammering it, as if someone broke a bottle of beer using my head it feels heavy and painful, really painful. I close my eyes and massage my temple for subtle relief, as soon as my hands reach their destination it felt cold, even though I have been running from the moment I woke up. With a lost sense of time and reasoning wait; why am I here?

Pondering on my memories the last thing I remember was collapsing, where? That is a good question where did I collapse and who brought me here? Recalling my non-existent memories made my head throb harder than before. The moment I woke up, there was no one, I am in a room with just a bed, no windows just a door. At that moment I started to panic, when I climbed out of the bed, I feel nauseous, I wanted to go back, but there was a feeling of not wanting to lie down again. Upon reaching the door and opening it I was just scanning my left side when there was a sudden scratch of metal in my right, without looking I immediately sprint away from the room without looking back. Now I am here like a wounded wolf trying to find its pack; Tired, wounded, and helpless trying to hide its whole existence.

The sound of heels clicking on the floor broke my train of thoughts as if an alarm has rung, my entire system became alert, the sound is nearing, there are two things I could do; first to continue hiding in this spot with no guarantee that I would not be found, second is to run and find a safer spot to hide with a chance of being seen and be followed.

There was no time thinking, my blood is slowly streaming in my head making it hard to decide, no choice is safe, instinct tells me to choose the latter and so I hastily got up and ran. I ran up in a mid-section hall, left, or right? Both paths look the same, when the clicking of heels seems to be near again, I chose right, whatever happens, happens. I came far enough and all I do was to be intuitive and trust my instinct like a wild animal on the run.

White all I see is white, wherever I go; whatever doors I open and enter it's all white. Usually, it signifies purity and peace, the color of snow, chalk, and milk, and is usually the opposite of black, which is often related to death and darkness. I prefer white more than any color there is but right now, I hated it no I loathed it. It's tormenting me in a way it made me feel as if I am slowly losing myself. It is making fun of my situation; it's looking down on me there is no way I will let this place be my graveyard. I continued to run and continue to barge in empty white rooms; there were no windows only doors, the light only highlight how I look pathetic here, I shouldn't be here.