Deafening silence. We hear sounds because of tremors in the air. Yet, nothing stirred, not even the slightest move made the air vibrate, it was as if life itself deserted my surroundings. It was as if my exterior reflected the stillness inside.
Pitch black. One of the reasons for which we evolved is that, at a certain point in time, our sight got better, allowing for large amounts of visual data gathering and processing. However, we lost the ability to see in the dark, and despite of my eyes being wide open, all I could see was darkness, remarkably similar to the darkness that had engulfed my spirit.
Heavy breathing. When in intense effort, our heart pumps faster, our blood needs more oxygen, the necessary ingredient to compensate for the energy drainage. Although I hadn't made any effort, I could hear the thunderous beats of my heart, as well as my harsh and rapid breathing. I was close to exhaustion because I was scared.
Loneliness. We're not meant to be alone. Yet, I was alone in this frigid place, laying on my back on the floor of a cave in the middle of nowhere, no longer able to speak or whisper, no longer able to cry, feeling absent tears burning their river-like beds down on my cheeks. In my mind, I was praying.
I felt deserted inside, as if the pain took everything from me, as if it entered my weary soul and gave it the final blow from within, causing me to collapse. There was no feeling left, there was no emotion lingering, no memory I could cling onto. There was only one thought, overwhelming and ever-stretching within the boundaries of my conscience, only one thought I could clearly comprehend.
"I want back!"
This was the one command my body still reacted to, the one order that had enough inner-power to get me this far.
I couldn't remember much. How did I get here? How long did it take to find this place again? On the other hand, it really did not matter. It simply didn't matter anymore. It all might as well have been for nothing, because I didn't know whether my insane plan was about to work, I didn't know if I was able to do it again.
"No! Oh God, no! Please help me go back. Please!"
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