It was silent. Not a single sound echoed through the dark room. Although i couldn't see a thing i could still smell, the smell was like death. It burned my nostrils as I breathed. I could feel the stench traveling down my windpipe. It burned with the power of a thousand knives. The sensation moving across my chest. And finally reached my lungs, the air was damp. With each breath my heart beat slowed down. With each beat i felt more drained. I could feel myself falling asleep. I'm not sure how long i have been in this room. How long ago I've seen the light of day. Felt the warmth of the sun on my skin. Heard the leaf filled walkways crunch under the weight of a human being. Nor the chirp of a bird. The buzz of a busy bee. Or the scribble of pencil on a paper. The swoosh of a artist dragging his brush across a canvas. I feel so alone. Somewhere in the distance a door creaks open. And suddenly light fills the room, streaming in through the open door. Burning my eyes, blinding me. The air clears up, it almost smells normal again.
Almost.
Footsteps, i can hear footsteps. So i do still have my ears and they work. It sounds like a heavy human walking this way, but i could be wrong. I mean i haven't used my ears for a while.
A man walks in, he is carrying a knife in one hand, a apple in the other. I can't really remeber anything. Just that i got a text one morning , it told me to drive to this place.
