The Eyes

The LIght

-Viktor-

 

I do not recall how many days I had been in here. My body screamed for water and food, but I did not perish. I was sure I should have though. This place had no sense of time to me. I could have been in here for seconds, or decades, I didn’t know. I had run out of ways to escape. I concluded that there is no way. So I floated in the perpetual darkness.

I had closed my eyes to try and rest, even though this place didn’t even let me sleep. But a voice broke the complete silence. “Turn, little Viktor,” it called. “Turn to face me.”

I swiveled around and saw nothing. I swallowed dryly. It couldn’t have been that man. The voice was too soft, too feminine. I narrowed my eyes, trying to look into the darkness, but it hurt my head. I shook myself mentally and turned away. It was nothing. No one was here and no one called for me. As I closed my eyes, I heard it again. I ignored it, but it kept calling for me. I do not know how long I tried to block it out, but it was always there. The soft, girl’s voice I heard haunted me in this hellish prison.

 

Eventually I started to listen. My mind pointed me to a small speck of light in the distance, telling me the voice came from it. I didn’t quite understand at first. That was only a speck of light in the darkness. It meant nothing. But as I listened to it, I started to understand. I couldn’t get to the speck, no matter how hard I tried, but it promised me an escape. It lured me to it, calling for me to come closer. I couldn’t resist. My body ached for it just as much as it ached for sustenance. I felt like a mad man, flailing and clawing to get closer to the light. I decided it was my only way out, my only hope. The darkness would never take me as long as the light was talking to me.