Kept in Dark

Inside the Room

After Calvin leaves, I come inside and try falling asleep. It indeed was a long, tiring day. I close my eyes and let sleep take over. 

"Excuse me, will you?" I raise my voice, in hope they will leave. They don't, instead they keep staring at me. Their eyes are fixed at my bare skin. They look at my car. They come towards me. Instantly, I step back but they have sort of engulfed me in a circle. Three men. 
"Go away. What are you doing? Step back!!" I shout, but there is no one around. My heart beats quicker. All of them have that same evil smirk on their faces. Danger. The tallest one comes even closer and grabs my hand. Danger. He laughs. Danger. His touch feels rough. Danger. 

I open my eyes and realize it's morning. I am dripping in sweat. Although it was a dream, I cannot stay in control. "This is why I never spoke about my past to anyone," I murmur, forcing myself to get out of the bed. Hastily, I open the drawer storing all my medicines, and put three Prozacs into my mouth. Prozacs are antidepressants that kind of tames my anxiety and keeps it in control, however having six of them within twenty-four hours is not a good sign. 

I brush my teeth, get dressed and leave for my classes. As I am walking down the streets, I can feel my body turning numb and every time I have to force my feet to take a step. My eyesight starts blurring and everything is going out of focus. I try shouting, but I don't seem to have sufficient energy. My consciousness floats through an empty space filled with a thick static. My heart pounds louder each time, echoing in my ears. Finally, it is all black and dark. 

He thrusts his hand onto my face, while my head bangs onto the car. I try to scream but he won't let me. "Blindfold her! C'mon move fast!" he yells at the muscular guy with scars around his neck. I bite his hand and push him. I run. I hear them swearing at me, but I run as fast my lungs would allow me. There comes a flying knife that hits my leg. I trip and fall down. My leg has a cut which now is bleeding and burns. I still try getting up but I'm too slow compared to them. They rush and roughly put their hand again onto my mouth. I can't breathe. It hurts. "God damn it. Tie her up, will you?" 

Quickly, he blindfolds me and duct tapes my mouth and wrists. The handkerchief tied to my eyes feels ridiculously tight. Tears roll down my cheeks. Something is being sprayed near my face.. minutes after, I fall asleep.

I hear the sound of my own breathing. Where am I? Why does my wrists and arms hurt so much? It's too dark. I remember I was being kidnapped and they had blindfolded me. Slowly, I untie the handkerchief. It's still dark. The room feels small with no windows. The fan is spinning at high speed, yet I am sweating. The darkness sort of hurts my eyes. I am struggling to move my body. There's a bang on the door.

"Cassidy?" a voice goes into my ears, "Are you okay?"

I open my eyes and find Dr. Garcia in front of me. Her eyes are filled with worry. I get up and start to cry. She looks more tensed.

"What is it? Tell me." I look at her, and I can see the concern in her eyes.
"I told Calvin about the kidnapping..and since then I am having the flashbacks."

"I asked you not to, right?" Dr. Garcia sighs.
"Yes but he needs to know why I act all weird."
"Is there anything else, that I should be knowing?" I nod my head no.

Before she can question me any further, her phone rings. She has to go to the clinic and so, she drops me home.

The Prozacs have turned me too weak. Although I don't feel like eating, I decide to have something anyway. Laying on the sofa, I read Gone Girl . I soon fall asleep. When I am awake, I find the room empty and dark. The lights are switched off and there is no light coming from the streets. I become anxious. I start feeling suffocated, I have to take deep forceful breaths. 

I feel the urge to scream and call someone but I fail. I try screaming harder and louder, but there is no sound. I sit on the floor, fidgeting to move and find my phone, but I can't find it either. My frustration increases. I feel so helpless that I start slapping myself. Why can't I shout and call someone? Why do I always have to go silent when it's dark?