Alone

Alone. depressed. Nobody. In complete darkness. I can't hear anything. I can't see anything. And i'm stuck here. Paralysed. I don't want to do. I don't know why I am alive. I am stuck and nobody can help me. I want to die. But I can't and I don't know why. I can't remember anything. all I remember is waking up and not being able to do anything. Not even my name. help me.

It was a dark and stormy night. the wind was howling and all dat jazz. That kind of scene. I shivered as the cool air seeped through the open window, that I soon shut. I was stuck there in a cramped space behind a book shelf, hiding. Hiding from a word. I remember it. The screams. The tears rolling down my cheeks, my hands clamped tightly around my ears, myself begging it to stop. Then black. That's all. Nothing else.

I woke up from my slumber of memory and cried out in shock. I could move. Slowly, stiffly but still I COULD MOVE.

A wide smile spread slowly across my face and my eyes darted to assess my surroundings. Rubble. Mud. Red liquid. I closed my eyes and thought. Tried to remember. Tried to think about this. I inhaled deeply as a lone tear escaped from my eye. No. NO. NO! Not...not blood. It can't be. No. My body was shivering with fear as I opened my eyes and saw them. The lumps. Of flesh. Human flesh. People have died. Some people would never see the world again.