There’s no light. I can’t see anything. I don’t know if there is a wall in front of me or a wall even near me. I try to move my hands, only to find out that I’m tied to something. I’m not sure what is holding me because no light shines in this place. Not even a small sliver of light. I pull on whatever is holding my hands, trying to get free, but it’s tied too tight. I groan and pull harder.
“No!” I yell. I start to panic. Will I ever get out? Can I ever get out of this darkness or get free of these ropes?
…..A torturous long hour goes by and all is the same…..
My wrists are sore from struggling to get free. It’s still pitch black. I don’t think I’m ever getting out of here…ever.
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Just a Mask.
Short StoryJust honest stories about how I felt. This is just a bunch of stories I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe. I hope you enjoy. Please comment your thoughts and what not.
