The Dishonest Truth

Soaked in Darkness

What? Where am i? How did i get here? What is this? My mind was overwhelmed with thousands of questions buzzing in my head. Frustrated with the whole situation, i closed my eyes as i screamed at the top of my lungs until my throat was raw.

It took some seconds for me to adjust my vision and to slow down my breathing; well i hadn't achieved that yet but i kept on trying as i turned around, taking it all in.

Trapped. I was imprisoned in a tiny white room. No doors. No windows. Only white, mushy walls and ceiling.

As if on cue, it started raining. Raining? Could this get any more bizarre? It was raining. Through the ceiling.

In seconds, the water already touched my knees and i found myself brawling with despair.

"Think." I shouted at myself. Okay so now i was talking alone. I was officially a psycho.

Inhale. Exhale. Count to ten.

My heartbeat finally slowed and i didn't hear the blood pumping through my ears any longer. The water reached my waist.

With my mind clear and my five senses at work, i searched for a way out. I explored every corner of the room, just to find nothing.

Was there a way out or was my obvious fate inevitable?

Refusing to give up, i started slamming my fists into the walls, astonished by how hard they were. I continued kicking and punching the walls repeatedly until my knuckles were pale and bloody.

Time was running out. Water soaked my shirt.

Ceiling, too high. Walls, impossible. Floor- "FLOOR!" I shouted and started laughing like a lunatic. I jumped as high as i could and with all my remaining strength thumped into the floor.

And then i was falling. As soon as my feet had touched the ground, the soft floor gave up to my weight and absorbed me. While i passed through the floor, i couldn't breath. The stuff was like marshmallow, only that it was squeezing me.

I finally got rid of the strange 'thing' and as i catched my breath, i realised i was falling into a pitch black darkness. My stomach fell and i felt nausea all over.

Abruptly, my free fall decreased in velocity and i was floating downwards peacefully; as if in slow motion. I embraced the situation gratefully as i felt all my muscles relax. Was i dead? I questioned myself, not really caring about the answer. Just, thankful for the tranquility.

Of course, it couldn't be that easy, an hour had passed, or half, or two? I had lost sense of time and orientation. And lastly, i landed gracefully on the floor. However, the setting had not changed at all. I remained lost in the shadows, as if i had hit the bottom of the universe and was stuck there forever.

Strangely, the thought was comforting. It was perfect. Everlasting harmony.

Nevertheless, as i struggled for sleep, i noticed i was full of doubt and uncertainty. It couldn't be, i thought, how come it had ended so simply. That's when i finished to understand my emotions. I was suspicious, what if this was another trap?

I made a mental note that, the next time i was going to make a thought, i went through it better as i stood up to confront the gigantic basilisk slithering towards me.