To Clear the Mind

Lost

Darkness...

Darkness clouds the edges of my vision like a thick fog. It consumes me, it shrouds my very existence.

I remember when I had fallen, I reach out and feel along the ground. My hand recoils in disgust, for what I touch is wet, slimy, and smells of death.

I push myself into a sitting position, hearing twigs crunch underneath me. I gently slide my hands around my pockets, and getting a box of matches out. It will not produce much light, but it will suffice.

The box rattles in my shaking hands, as the growing fear settles onto me I realize I only have one match left.

Please work, I silently pray.

I strike the match and a small yellow flame appears at the end of my fingertips.

Alright now where am I?

I hold the match away from me, it's not very helpful, but I'm now starting to get a sense of my surroundings. I begin to slowly stand up.

Crack.

It's just the twigs, I lower the match to reassure myself but then I reel back in terror, a scream escapes me. What was underneath me were not twigs. Not at all. They were bones. Hundreds and hundreds of bones.

In my moment of panic the match went out. I was now in darkness again. What now? I do not know.

I'm in the dark. I don't know where I am. I'm scared.

I'm lost.