Heartscape Diaries

WHEN DO WE ALL DIE! WHERE DO WE GO?

My girlfriend and I had a huge fight one night. It started over something simple: she found out I had been messaging an old friend, and jealousy flared. Anger took over, and I stormed out of the house. But I didn’t go far. I headed to a secret room I had built in our house. Not even she knew about it. I left my phone behind because I wanted to be completely alone.

The room was soundproof, my private place to think and talk to myself. It always helped me clear my mind. But as I walked around, I tripped on something and hit my head hard. Everything went black.

When I woke up, it was dark. I couldn't move my legs, arms, or even my eyes. My mind was awake, but my body was paralyzed. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I could hear my girlfriend’s footsteps, the phone ringing, but I couldn't do anything.

Panic set in. My heart pounded in my chest. My mind raced as I struggled to move, to make a sound, but nothing worked. I was trapped inside my own body, like a prisoner.

Time lost all meaning. Days passed, I think. I heard the police come and go, my girlfriend crying and talking to them. They searched but never found me. She moved out, leaving me alone. The loneliness was unbearable. Each second stretched into an eternity. My world was just darkness and silence, with my thoughts racing in my frozen body.

I felt worms crawling on me. Their slimy bodies wriggling against my skin made my stomach turn. I could hear their tiny noises, the sound of their squirming. I was helpless, unable to brush them off. The sensation was maddening, driving me to the brink of insanity.

I couldn't tell what day or time it was. My body ached from lying in the same position, muscles cramped and stiff. My mouth was dry, and my stomach screamed with hunger. I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn't escape from.

The worms kept coming. I felt them crawl into my mouth, my nose, my ears. They gnawed at my skin, burrowing into my flesh. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't move to stop them. I could only lie there and feel them devour me, bit by bit.

Over time, I even lost my hearing. The silence was deafening, a void that swallowed me whole. I was left in a terrifying void, aware of my own existence but cut off from everything. I was trapped in the secret room, conscious but lost forever.

The darkness pressed in on me, suffocating. I felt like I was buried alive, my own body a tomb. The isolation was torture, my mind unraveling as the days turned into weeks, then months. I was a ghost, haunting the secret room, forgotten by the world.

I realized then that this was my fate. To be trapped in this hell, conscious but unable to move, speak, or hear. My only companions were the worms, crawling over my motionless body, feasting on my decaying flesh. The thought made me want to scream, but I couldn't. I was a prisoner in my own body, forever lost in the forgotten room.

Time stretched on. My mind was my only enemy, playing tricks on me, making me relive the pain over and over. I couldn't escape. I couldn't die. I was trapped, a conscious mind in a decaying body, lost in the darkness, forever aware of my own suffering.

I begged for the end, for death to take me, but it never came. I was left to rot, aware of every second, every crawling insect, every inch of my dying flesh. This was my hell, and there was no escape. The forgotten room had become my eternal prison, my tomb.

Then, I heard something different. A click, a hum. Lights flickered on, blinding me. I couldn't see, but I could hear voices, muffled but clear enough.

"Subject is responsive," one voice said.

"Increase the stimulus," another voice responded.

Panic surged through me. What was happening?

The voices continued. "His brain activity is still high. The experiment is working."

I realized with horror that I wasn't alone. I was being watched.

"He died on impact, but the neural stimulator is keeping his mind active," the first voice said.

"We need to push the boundaries. See how long we can keep him aware," the second voice replied.

Dead? I was dead?

The reality crashed down on me. I had died from the head injury, but these people had kept my mind alive, trapped in this torturous loop. I was their experiment, a sick game to see how much my mind could endure.

The lights went out again, plunging me back into darkness. The worms returned, crawling, gnawing. I was a lab rat, subjected to endless torment.

And then I heard her voice. "Is it done?"

"Yes," one of the voices answered. "His consciousness is fully active. He's experiencing everything."

"Good," she said coldly. "He deserves this."

It was my girlfriend. She knew about the secret room all along. She had planned it, knowing I would come here. She had made sure I would fall, that I would end up like this. This was her revenge.

I begged for the end, for oblivion, but it never came. I was left in the forgotten room, a prisoner of my own mind, forever conscious in a decaying body. This was my eternal hell, crafted by those who watched and experimented, and by the woman I thought I loved.