Blinded In Chains -Synacky-

Chapter 3

I woke up with a quiet groan, my right hand slowly moving to the back of my head and resting on the large, seemingly bleeding lump that was forming there. I let out another groan as I opened my eyes, a harsh, bright light above me causing me to snap my eyes back shut.

I lay still for a few seconds, turning my head so that the aching, throbbing side wasn't resting on the cold, hard floor beneath me. I tried to calm my breathing, as the fear of the unknown began to burrow deep inside my mind.

It was several more moments after I slowed my breathing, that I managed to open my eyes a tiny bit. Through the tiny gap between my eyelids, I could see the floor, that's about it. Grey, made out of stone. Concrete, then.

I closed my eyes again, the pain in my head starting to ebb into my temples and surrounding my eyes, making opening them rather painful. But the fear was hard at work, eating away at my throbbing brain. I had to find out where I was before I started freaking out.

I wriggled around slightly, trying to push myself upwards on my left arm several times before I gathered the strength to finally do it. I kept my eyes tightly closed, sliding my forearm along the floor until I managed to push myself up on my hand. I groaned as I did so, feeling the starnge sensation of pins and needles take over the left side of my body.

I removed my right hand from my head and rubbed my still-closed eyes, before slowly opening them.

I blinked hard a few times, grimacing as the harsh light once again invaded my vision and momentarily blinded me. My head continued to throb as I tried to keep my eyes open, and as soon as I managed to see clearly I let out a quiet, frightened whimper.

The floor, and walls, were concrete, and the ceiling appeared to be too. There was nothing in the room with me, apart from a metal-framed, rickety old bed, with a thin mattress and seemingly clean sheets, several feet to my right.

I could see no windows, automatically causing claustrophobia to wash over me in strong, and almost paralyzing, waves. I whimpered again, cringing into myself and half-burying my face in my hands.

Where was I? Where the fuck was I?

Moments later, as my small panic attack started to grow more intense, I felt tears pricking the corners of my eyes. I allowed them to run, and a choked sob escaped my throat. I'm always the one to act calm, and macho, but I was, officially, scared.

I leaned back against the wall, groaning yet again as my bruised head made contact with the concrete, and continued to cry. I felt the fear and claustrophobia surround me, smothering me, and eventually I found myself gasping for air.

Calm down, Zack, I told myself. You're gonna be okay, just relax...

I cried even harder, starting to fear for my life. The pain in my head was replaced by the pain I was feeling elsewhere, in my mind.

They were such negative thoughts but at the same time so logical...

I thought of my family, how I might not see them again. I thought of Gena, how I may not be able to tell her how much I love her...

The last thing I said to her was that I hated her... How I wish I'd never said that now...

I pulled my hoodie closer around me, crying into it in a feeble attempt to calm the tears. But it only made it worse. I couldn't think straight, my mind wasn't in touch with my body. It was wandering, filling itself with old memories incase I needed them.

Incase I had a last moment in which to see them.

Incase I died here... Wherever the fuck I am.