After a few minutes, I regained my composure. I touched the object in front of me.
I traced its edges. The space was not very big, just enough for me to sit up. I soon found the little hole which had just opened. I peeked through it.
The outside was but a shade lighter than my dark surroundings. However slight, there was hope.
How strange we humans are when faced with misery or pain of our own; most of us easily succumb to the evil in our hearts and death. But even with the tiniest bit of light, hope thrives. It forces you to breathe, to live.
I pushed the rock yet again with my whole body.(creak...)
It shifted very slightly. I kept going for a long time.
Uhhh... Huff, huff
Uhhh..phew
Everything started to hurt.
(Throb)
My right shoulder was swollen. My hands were cut, and
(drip..... drip)
Beads of sweat mixed with blood were splattered on the floor. My hand stinged.I had no energy to scream.
I wept silently. My whole body shaking. Dread creeping up to me. I brushed it aside.
I tore my already tattered shirt. I wrapped my hands with the fragments of the coarse cloth.
My right ankle had been injured from before.
My efforts were coming to fruition. The hole was quite big now. I could see something blocking the rock from moving. It was a long rod like thing. I sticked my hand out but could not reach it. In a desperate attempt I shoved out my leg. It got out but I could barely touch the rod.
(Thwack)
With one kick from my left leg, I removed the obstacle.
(Thump.... Thud.. )
Click.
The stone finally fell.
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Night after Day
Mystery / ThrillerYou find yourself trapped unable to do anything. Unable to remember anything. All you ever believed or trusted might be false. Can you change quickly. Will you adapt first or will your unconscious mind take over. How it feels to be aware yet unable...
