(Being Re-Written)Madness Of The Dark

Prologue

I awake to my phone ringing loudly, baggy eyelids parting a mere sliver before shutting tightly as the bright morning light outside my open window shined down on my sprawled body. I groan loudly "Why must he call me now!?" I shout into my lonesome cabin before  shoving my body out of bed, my hand gripping my phone so tight that my knuckles turn milky white. I swipe the answer button and bring the phone up to my ear "Was willst du Garrison!?" I growl into the device, my newly learned German coming out well. I needed to learn German, or I'd never understand my boss, Garrison Rivers. Very English name...Yet doesn't understand English. I hear his gruff, old man voice from the phone. "Ich brauche dich in den Minen. Jetzt." He said. Luckily I knew what he wanted...He wants me down at the mines. Again. I turn the phone away from my face so I can sigh outwardly without him hearing. I then bring my block of a phone back to my face "Ich werde sofort runterkommen, Sir." I say with a blank look on my face. To be honest, I hate the mines! Always dark, almost no sound can be heard, no form of comfort...It scares the daylights out of me! Wait- did he just hang up without another word!? ...Yes, yes he did. Typical Garrison. I toss my phone onto my blanket-less bed. Where are the blankets? On the wooden floor of course. I can never keep them on my bed when I sleep...I just end up thrashing them off every night. So many nightmares and terrors... I shudder when remembering every nightmare I've had recently. So lucid it felt...Real. Sometimes I can't tell what is real and what isn't. I let out another sigh as I began getting my clothes on. Brown jeans, my short-sleeved red t-shirt, and my black work boots. Once dress I grabbed my hairbrush, quickly getting the knots out of my curly brown locks. With half lidded eyes I turn my gaze to my yellow workers vest. I rip it off my old wooden chair, shoving my arms through the arm holes before buttoning the horribly colored vest to keep it secure. My next priority was filling my backpack with everything that I need. Opening the worn down, leather satchel, I start to walk in a large circle around my whole cabin; grabbing supplies I would need, or that I want to bring. Food of different sorts, a lot of water, my flashlight with a few extra batteries, and my...Music box. One that my daughter, Christine, bought for me before I left to live in Utah. It plays such a soft, sweet melody that it reminds me of my old home. I used to live in sweet Canada, I admired the cold and the kind people that lived over there. I suppose the weather difference and the new job have changed me a lot....And not for the better. Glancing at my phone, I check the time. 10:38  Shit! I'm late! Oh god, Garrison is gonna have a German hissy fit! Closing the bag, I swing it onto my back, and in a swift movement I grab my hard hat, slipping it on my head as I bolt out the door. I had no car to use...Not like it was safe to drive one up here anyway. With heavy shoulders, I speedily trudge my way to work.

It took me a while. It was 11:09 by the time I reached the mines. Huffing and Puffing, I see my boss, with crossed arms and a glare so sharp it could cut pure diamond in half. When I reach his side, I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off as Garrison began cussing me out in strong German. His accent was so strong, I could barely understand a word he said! I could only make out him saying I should stop staying up so late, and that work comes first...Not my 'petty fun times'. Ohh I wanted to smack his angry face SO badly after that. I may not have my wife with me, but I don't do that mess out here- He did not just bring my wife and daughter into this! With a heavy, exhausted growl I snap at him "Ich kann machen, was ich will, sie müssen sich nicht jedes Mal um mich kümmern, wenn ich zu spät komme! Du hast nicht EINMAL eine Frau, also hör auf Garrison!" I shouted before covering my mouth as if someone tried to put toxic acid in my mouth...Boy, how I would love to die after seeing the completely offended and furious look Garrison gave me. "Du arbeitest heute in den tiefen Minen, Princeton." He said to me sternly. I could feel the rage pouring off of him like steam...And with a gulp, I nod my head. The deep mines...The darkest, farthest tunnels this place has. A deserving punishment. Since the place is completely unstable. I shuffle away from the tall, frightening old man and grab a pickaxe out of the large crate filled with them and begin to make my way down. 

After going down for what seems like ages, I now had to crawl on my hands and knees "Man...This tunnel goes on forever. I feel like I'm gonna be squashed like a bug...!" I murmur to myself as it now becomes harder to move on. My backpack scraping the nearing ceiling, keeping my head down between my dirty arms as I begin to feel everything closing on me. Not literally...It feels like it. So dark, so quiet, my voice being the only thing that keeps me company since I can't get my music box out. I feel tears prick my eyes as I stared down at the ground, my body automatically continuing onward, even though I desperately wanted to turn back. Wait- what was that? That sounds like...Crumbling? I gasp as I realized what was happening; the ground beneath me was collapsing! I tried to shove myself back, but everything below was slipping downward. I scream and shout "GARRISON! OH GOD PLEASE HELP!" But I knew it was pointless, my body slipping down like it was being eaten by quicksand. And soon, the tunnel around me fell away, I look up to see the gaping hole I opened getting smaller and smaller. I felt something hit my head, my eyesight feeling like it was blurring before my eyes fell shut; body still falling for a long time...Before I hit the solid ground who knows how far below the earth. My unconscious body laying there like a sleeping duck.