Chapter Two.
The Darkness Within.
We cannot learn without pain -Aristotle
I cannot count the numbers of times I've wished for solitude. For someone to notice that I'm right there and leave me alone, or go to another room. I come from a large family, and people have always crowded me; there's not a time I'd ever been alone, but now is so not the time for my wishes to be granted.
Be careful what you wish for.
I am shackled. I thought the cabin was the worst thing I'd ever have to experience, but not been able to move is even worse. My feet and arms are bound to the wall with heavy chains, scraping my open wounds while making new ones. I am both physically and mentally bound. My brain is under lock-down; it surveyed the situation and decided it could not possibly survive. It's under lock and key, and I'm left to fend for myself, by myself.
A silent growl echoes in the darkness and I freeze.
I'd always wanted a dog.
Be careful what you wish for.
I tug my arms forward and the chains rattle, nevertheless remaining in the same position. My breaths are now coming in short, rapid puffs. The growl comes again, sounding closer this time. . . to my right. I tug again, but they don't budge, they only make my already bruised arms burn more. I squint my eyes, and run my hands over the wall behind me. It's rough, and somewhat sticky, as far as I can tell.
Something brushes against my leg and I stumble away, as much as the constricting chains can allow me. Bright green light flashes around me in a sporadic pattern, specifically on the area above my head. I tilt my head and peer in the darkness, waiting for the right moment when the light appears. The air suddenly becomes heavy, smelling strongly of sulphur and my breath catches in my throat.
The green light finally hits the right spot and I move back only to find my attempt in vain.
I can't move. Something is restraining my feet, and I don't want to look down because I already have an idea.
"No." I whisper, looking everywhere but in front of me.
I've loved animals for as long as I could remember; especially the little ones, and always wanted to have one as a pet. But this. . . this is not the work of a little creature.
I'd always wanted to pet them.
Be careful what you wish for.
Author's Note:
Ugh. Still annoys me that the heading chapter says something different with the much smaller-text. Honestly, I think I'll start labelling the next ones as "entries". So unorthodox, but worth the trouble. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this latest entry, and stay tuned for more, as I update every so often. Later guys.
Peace out.
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