Descent (non-definitive title)

Rise Again

He did not know for how long he stayed like that. Sat on the bed and constantly getting fed by insects.

Neither could he recall how many times he believed himself to have gone mad.

Maybe he was dreaming again, but the constant pain he was suffering within his guts made him discard that possibility as soon as he came up with it.

No, he wasn't mad, neither was he dreaming.

He was slowly regaining his consciousness because of the constant supply of nourishment. And with consciousness came mental activity.

If he had not gone completely mad by then, he surely would now. Completely awakened and still not capable of telling whether it was night or day. He needed to open those damned shutters and finally see the sunlight.

His skin was as pale as a ghost's, he did not know how many months he had been trapped into his chamber. What he knew though, was that he had to get out of there.

At first he could only move the tip of his toes. But eventually the range of motion spread towards his ankles, later to his knees... and finally his thighs. And it was all thanks to the help of those tiny animals always poorly looked upon by bigger beings.

He could now walk, even when it burnt like hell with each step he took and he would easily get tired, it was nothing compared to being able to move once again.

The first thing he did was open the shutters, letting the warmth of the sun caress his skin after being encased in darkness for what it felt like a lifetime.

By the gods, we truly don't enjoy the little details in life until we are threatened to lose it.

He opened the windows, the fresh air had nothing to do with the rotten stench that filled  his private chamber.  He breathed in.

He would live.

The tumorous sack that hung on his gut would not become his downfall.