The wind blew, stronger than ever. Objects fell, shattering on the floor. And I sat, covering my head, hands bloody. I did not scream. I did not yell for someone to come. I just sat, squeezing my eyes shut, clutching my head.
It was so dark. But I assume it is for a purpose. A purpose that I still do not know. I can't run. I can't walk. I can barely crawl. One of my hands wrapped around my skinny torso, feeling only bones.
How many days have I not eaten? I only can nibble on the skin of my hand, or gulp in the saliva in my mouth. I flinched as glass fell beside me, bursting into pieces. It scrapped my arms. I did not cry, or yell in pain.
I had gotten used to it, this torturing in the dark room. Luckily, there is a thunderstorm going on. And in the darkness of this room, I couldn't see the terror in people's faces outside of this room. I wish though.
As far as I know, mine was worse. Way worse. Those people's faces compared to mine, was like a scarred face compared to a uninjured one. The thunder rumbled, and I shuddered. Thunderstorms was my nightmare.
Despite of all the creepy things in this dark room, I was afriad of a thunderstorm. The fierce rumble, that shook my brain, making my head throb. The blind lighting, the striking, blinding, flashing... together, they make terror built up inside poeple, and make objects fall on me.
Sometimes I wondered how rats didn't crawl on my body yet. I smell blood. Felt blood. Felt death creeping closer. I laid on the hard ground. It was made of stone, hard, of course, and dirty.
I had been here since I was 6. It's been twelve horrible years. Twelve.
A/N-so how'd you think? Should I continue?
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♡Tiffany♡
ESTÁS LEYENDO
In The Dark
FanfictionA powerful girl in the grasp of a pair rigorous hands. What will that cause? - Dying from physical and mental harm, he suddenly came in. In the dark, isolated from the world. In the dark, he helped me survive. In the dark, he made me feel again. ...
