Working on it

Part 1?

Chapter 1:

My feet are pounding against the sweltering, scorched, black ground. I can feel the heat oozing into my thick-soled boots. I am exhausted. My body starts to fail me. I have been running for what feels like miles. Sweat is pouring down my face in immeasurable amounts. I can't go on like this. I have to slow down. I have to stop.

...I am going out of my mind... They are gaining on me. I cannot get caught. I will not become a victim.

I feel the panic clawing its way down my throat. The pressure is building like a bag of cement piling onto my chest hardening into the concrete. There is loud ringing, as the air is slowly being cut off. The lack of oxygen flowing through my body is becoming evident. The loud piercing sound penetrating my ears. White noise is surrounding me. I feel warmth running down the side of my face, dripping on the already stained pastel hospital gown. I push my body. "Just a little longer, you have to lose them", an unplaceable male voice whispers in my head.

I am drowning, suffocating in the pain. I want to peel off my skin, this is too much to take. "You have to keep going, do not give in to the pain."

I can feel the blood rushing down my throat. I can taste the metallic tinge, my throat is as dry as the Old 7 King's goblets of wine.

My heart is thrumming like an off-kilter washing machine. Thump thump thump ....thund....

Nothingness fills my mind. Vivid colors becoming all I know, red, blue, violet, yellow, green, orange...

I can focus on only one thing.

I cannot see it.

I cannot hear.

I cannot escape.

I can't stop this.

I am nothing.

I gasp, suffocated with the smothering sensation of a scream that will not come.

I gag. Choking on the bile rising in my throat. A flame has been lit in my chest. I cannot breathe. Tears are springing into my eyes like the way an innocent child jumps on a trampoline.

I am going to die.

Am I panicking? Is this a panic attack? What is happening?

Is there something I need to do? Have I done this before? How do I survive this? How do I claw my way out of this frigid, airless, never-ending pit?

Why can't I breathe?

Warm arms surround me. I am in a state between wakefulness and sleep.

Am I safe?

I feel the uneven gait of a large figure holding me.

The warm, dingy, darkness encloses around me once again.

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Chapter 2:

I wake with an electrifying jolt. I take in my surroundings. There is a welcoming warmth enclosing the small pocket of space cocooning me. I try to move, but I cannot, there are sandbags on top of me. Exhaustion holding me down, shackling me to this stationary position. The walls surrounding me appear orange. I see an antique picture, a young man and a woman. The woman looks familiar in her pale blue dress and straw hat, lying in the meadow with the young man. The frame looks strange against the wall as if it was a part of the wall, the wall looks strange, this whole space seems strange. I feel recognition tugging at my mind. I hear the crackling of a homely fire. There is a strong scent that I cannot identify. There is a vibration, thrumming and buzzing around me. There are hummingbirds flying around my head, mixing around the smell of honey and the murky earth smell. Confusion clouds my mind. Where am I?