As Heavy as a Feather

A Very Unusual Beginning

        There is nothing, and I mean nothing, as tempting as a locked door. Unless, perhaps, two locked doors beside each other. Add a note with a single key attached, and it becomes one of the biggest decisions I've ever had to make in my life.

        Screaming. One of the first things I can remember. Loud screaming. It is all quite fuzzy before that, but I can remember two calm voices talking. Then a lot of white blur and movement. Painful movement. Excruciating pain, like fire. Fire is burning me everywhere as I try to call out, but I can't. There is something heavy surrounding me. Water? Thick, black water. The screaming begins. Right, the screaming. The screams are very aggressive and angry. The calm, chatting voices of before are now outraged. So filled with anger.

        "YOU MISCHIEVOUS RATS, YOU FOOLS!" A feminine voice shrieks. I lose my focus to a new pain- worse than anything. Something is crushing me, and something else is ripping at my back. I open my mouth wide and force all the air out of my lungs in a rush, trying to call out. The sound that comes out is tiny and wimpy, akin to the cry of a small kitten. Here I feel so weak, so tired. The yelling continues, but it grows more and more distant by the second. I feel like i'm fading, like i'm slowly becoming less and less. The once pale blue light above me turns dark.

        "It's okay," A deeper voice croons as I twitch, "Calm down. You're going to be alright." The voice disappears and takes my vision with it. Where has it gone? I suddenly feel very alone. Alone, blind, cold, and so very, very afraid. The pain has dulled down to a mere ache now. My whole body shivers. I wish the voice would come back. I don't even care if it would be screaming. Anything is better than this silence, this stillness. A sense of heaviness overtakes my mind and I dwindle into, what I guess it was now, sleep.