Locked in a Nightmare

               Locked in a Nightmare

She never thought that she would have to face evils this strong in her life. Her head was pounding with somber thoughts. Her eyes, bloodshot with tears pouring like waterfalls onto her sweater sleeves. Her nose was almost as red as her eyes with mucus pouring out. Her heart racing as if being chased by the evil that she was facing. Taking deep, steady breathes couldn't help the situation for she was too panicked to calm herself.

She never thought that her actions would leave her to this dire and grim situation. All she performed was a minor, trivial mistake and now she is in the dark, literally and figuratively. She looked at the opening of her dark surroundings to see her only source of light slowly fading into beautiful colors that seemed to taunt her over and over again.

She had no escape, knowing that no one could hear her screaming and crying anymore. No one cares, no one feels her absence, no one listened to her pleas, cries, screams for help. She doesn't know what to do now.

What do you do when you believe you won't survive to tomorrow? She has no food nor water and knows that nothing will be coming soon. No one can hear her. No one can save her. All she is left to do is wait, cry, pray, and think about the life she is about to leave.

Darkness now overwhelmed the prison she was trapped in. She could only see a few feet in front of her. The stains that covered the floor were some of the things that kept her occupied other than her thoughts. She tried to imagine where they came from and who came before her to make them. The orange stains left her stumped and well as a purple stain on her left. She knew the red stains were blood from the minor paper cuts she had in the time she spent in the space as well as the gray/black stains from pencils and markers she tried to use to help her escape, only making more stains for her to examine. She also saw a yellow stain a couple more feet from a red stain that she decided she didn't want to think about. The stains only occupied a little of the time she had spent in the prison. She turned back to her own mind to imagine what will happen in her near future.

All she can hope is that her death will be quick and painless with so many regrets going away with her life. She knows her ignorance has left her in this situation and pleaded to God to forgive her and get her out of this nightmare. She only curled into herself when finally realizing her demise was at hand.

It feels like it has been days since she last saw the outside world and interacted with other humans and animals that she is used to seeing each day. She searched for exits and only found one that led to even greater pain and sorrow than her current condition. This option was quickly dismissed and only thought of when checking the day and night.

She had passed some time dozing off on the elevated, softer part of her prison. She only dreamed of her life that she was about to leave. She only dreamed of her parents, brother, and friends that she will never see again. When she woke up the second time from her dangerous dreams, the source of light had completely disappeared leaving her as she was about to leave it.

She sighed and sniffled, lifting her head off her knees to wipe her tear away. She had no way of communication apart from lifting her voice, no weapons, no provisions, and only a dirty floor with white walls that are dark with night shadows. This girl felt as if she was given punishment for something she has done and not asked for forgiveness for.

She had a sore throat, red, puffy eyes, and a running nose with only so much to fix it with. She coughed as she felt something in her throat. Covering her mouth with the sleeve of her sweater was the only movement she had been doing for quite a while. The lone differing movement would be to wipe her eyes and nose from the liquids running from them.

Time has been passing in the slowest and most torturing way for the female. She began a process of yelling, coughing, crying, repeat... going on for the length of time she had been trapped in the prison of the shadowed walls. The darkness still surrounded her as if to take away all sight of hope that she could possibly conjure and squash it into nothingness.

Hunger. Light. Thirst. Darkness. Wait. Light?

As she began to start the process over again, she saw the light at the end of the tunnel, a new hope, light that shines through the murky darkness of her prison.

A lock clicked as a woman walked into the dirty bedroom only to see her daughter crying and sniffling in the middle of the room looking up at her.

She chuckled as her daughter launched herself at her mother as her stomach growled.

"MOM!" She whined as she wrapped her arms around her mother's waist. "I'm huunnnggrryy!"

"What have I told you about making sure you're door isn't locked from the outside, sweetheart?"