Hybrids

Ready to Go (Get Me Out of My Mind)

The night has engulfed the air, swallowing the light of day, wolfing it down without a second thought. Delilah feels nauseous as she stares as she stares at her surroundings, the stomach of the night itself, a pit dug into the ground. She gazes up at the overhead sky, the view clouded over, the sunrise casts the sky into a shade of deep navy blue. The entire time Delilah has been there, sitting in the hole, the noises have continued around her. A mix of both natural and unfamiliar noises sending beginning to send her into a state of her own delusion. An endless sky creates a horizon, bordering her view. It is impossible to see what lies outside the encircling wall of dirt.

The sun itself is the only indication of time, Delilah witnesses her second sunrise since she has been trapped in the pit. Two whole days have passed since she awoke in the hole. Alone and covered in bruises, lying on the cold hardened soil, Delilah wept into her jacket sleeve, bewildered by what she was facing. Time continued to pass but the only thing she could do was wait. Wait for what? She has no idea, but that it what she seemed to have to do.

Delilah is not the type who enjoys waiting, few people are. She made attempts to flee, scaling the crumbling wall of dirt or crying for help, but she found both to only use her remaining energy, the time it used up, she had plenty of to spare. With no signs of any other living beings or food to arrive with them, or even more importantly water, Delilah was slowly wasting away in this hole in the ground.

Her physical abilities are near nothing. Limbs aching, skull throbbing. Her whole body begging for hydration and scraps of food. Her mind is awake, but wearing down, time dragging on around her. The flame of hope lingering inside her, slowly being snuffed out by the freezing nights and sweltering days. Continuing onwards, whether she wanted to or not.

Delilah blinks away the emerging sunlight with heavy lids as she props herself up onto her left elbow. Pain surges through her body, her face turns to a grimace, her skin prickles as the blotches of dark purple bruises turn a green on her olive skin, grimy with dirt in the new days light.

She grimaces as the searing sunlight rushes upon her weakened body, the drastic change in temperature, so sudden and sharp it feels as if the knife is piercing her skin once more. The knife. It is no longer visible, (the last thing Delilah wants to do is look for it) but its presence weighs down on Delilah like a stone in water, sinking deep down inside her. She takes a shaky breath the humid air filling her dry mouth and drowning her lungs. The knife that was the near cause of her death, yet she was unable to kill another with it.

The man had a mere silhouette as she struggled against his brute strength. Muscles tight as they wrapped tightly around Delilah's neck. She had scarce room to breathe. His body was nor cold or warm as it pressed her forward. The only sign that he was truly alive were his scratchy breaths, omitted from smoker's lungs, harsh and shallow.

The stench of his breath swamped over Delilah, her head already spinning, began to whirr as her senses awakened. The man's pungent smell, oil and sweat, hitting Delilah with a hurricane force. Her mouth felt as dry as ice as she swallowed litres of the crisp night air, tasting sour as she clenched her teeth. His broad torso pressed against her, she was much shorter than he was, so her full height only extended slightly over the man's shoulders.

Her mind appeared to blur as it made attempts to trace her steps backwards, there was nothing. All she could see was what was presently in front of her as she walked. The dark makings out of trees, her sight had betrayed her giving Delilah no idea of where she could be. Why couldn't she remember where had been? Had she been drugged? More and more questions skipped through her thoughts, leaving as quickly as they came. There was no point in trying to focus, the harder she strained the drowsier she felt herself become. She gave in and let the darkness of both her mind and the outside world to consume her.