Blackness. That's all I can see. The darkness swallowing me whole. My ears are ringing and there's a smell of gasoline and sulfur in the air. Other than that, emptiness. I can't feel any part of my body, but yet I do feel something. Something I haven't felt in the longest time. Anger? No.. Sorrow? You could put it that way. But um.. Sadness? That's it. Yeah. I'm miserable. I want to just cry for hours but I can't. I don't have control of anything. I'm just in this void trying to remember how I got here. How to get out.. Is this hell? I don't understand how I could be in hell. I was a man with strong faith in God. No. This is still Earth. It had to be.
I gasp for air as the person pulls me out of the water. The bag around my head is still soaked and it makes it insanely hard to breathe.
"Are you ready to talk, or do I have to hold you under longer?" I'd never heard the voice in my life. It was a man. He was strong, but not as much as me though. I could take him on. If I wasn't tied so damn much. Also if I didn't have a potato sack over my head. "Maybe this will make you remember." He poured some sort of acid in a gash he made on my back.
"I don't know what you are talking about! Who the hell are you? Why am I here?!" The questions all came out at once. I was pushed back under the water..
Blackness.
