green eyes in the dark

Chapter 1

When I wake up, I hear rain around me. I think I should feel it, but I don't. The last thing I remember is me falling in front of a tunnel. I open my eyes. It doesn't make a big difference. The darkness keeps me from seeing my own hands. I feel like I should be seeing trees and the grey sky over my head, but when I raise my eyes, instead, I see green eyes. Not the human kind. The kind that is so light it shines in the dark. The kind that can see anything from the smallest thing on earth to your soul. The kind that doesn't look natural at first sight, but the more you look at it the more you feel like everyone's eyes are this light green. They look like they are staring at me. I'm calm at the sight of them. I don't know why, but my inner voice tells me I shouldn't be scared. I ask myself how it can see me in all this darkness.
I'm still laying on the ground. My head hurts, my mouth is dry, my hands are shaking, my eyes are burning and my ears are screaming. What I assume to be the green eyes's voice starts talking.

- You looked cold out there.

It talks just like a robot. Without emotions.
No sadness.
No joy.
No fear.
No anger.
No madness.
I couldn't tell if it's a male or a female. I guess it's just none.

- You brought me here?

I ask this still very confused about how I got there without noticing. It repeats the exact same words as an answer to my question. One by one. Its tone is as monotonous as the last time it talked.

- You looked cold out there.

My head feels too heavy to say anything else, so I just assume the green eyes brought me where I lay. I realize my head isn't the only thing that feels too heavy to be moved. I stay there. I look around me, even though I can only see the green eyes. I can't see outside from this place in the tunnel. The only sounds I can hear are the rain tumbling on the tunnel's surface and the leaves shaken by the wind.
After a long time of pure silence, I can hear it take a big deep breath.

- You are leaving?

It still has the robot tone. I manage to catch the interrogation in that sentence. I don't answer automatically. I want to make the voice vibrate in my head. I want to make it echo in my mind, in my brain. After almost making my temples implode by the voice, I remember it was a question.

- I won't go outside.

I'm being honest. I won't go outside of this tunnel. I feel like I could stay here forever. My whole body feels heavy and numb. I know I couldn't get very far even if I wanted to.
The rain makes me slowly fall asleep. I lock my eyes with the green eyes while they're slowly closing. I feel them staring intensely at me.
My hair.
My skin.
My clothes.
Every bit of me, my soul, my body.
I'm not scared here. I don't fear what I should. The green eyes only make me want to know what's surrounding them.
When I open my eyes a second time, it feels like I've slept for days. I know the rain has stopped. I can't hear it anymore and I can see my hands now. The little light that gets to me through the opening of the tunnel doesn't make me see very far from my hands even though the rainy clouds are gone. I don't remember the tunnel being so small. Its opening must be bigger than the rest of it. I look around me a little lost even though where I am I can see past my hands. I realize the green eyes have disappeared.
I'm still laying on the ground. Now that I'm fully awake, I feel the cold. I feel it in my bones. The humid air gets through me like a sponge. The ground is wet, but probably not as much as outside. My jeans are maybe the thing that makes me colder right now. They're probably the most dirty thing because of the rain mixed to the dirt. I get up and try to take off as much dirt as my blue freezing hands can. I can hear the water inside my Vans that are soaking wet as soon as I put weight on my feet. I look in my jean's back pocket to take my phone, but I realize it's not there anymore. I tell myself it must have fallen while I ran. By thinking about the woods, me running, all the memories fall out in my mind. It feels like an avalanche inside my head. The thoughts going down a mountain of memories. Without noticing I begin to shake. I don't want to cry, so I begin my walk. I want to go deeper in the tunnel, even though I know I won't see a lot. But it's not like I really get to choose where I go. I know I can't go outside. I wasn't scared at the beginning, but the deeper I go, the more fear I feel I feel in my bones. I don't want to stop. I have nothing else to do and I haven't felt this alive in a long time. I'm still cold. Nothing is covering my naked shoulders. I hope the walking will heat me.
I keep walking in this darkness. I step on something that makes me take a small break. It's not a rock by its shape. It's too short to be a simple metal bar. And even if it was a "simple metal bar", wouldn't that be weird? I take it and start to grope it. There's a button on the side of it that I decide to press just to see what happens. Light comes out of it. A flashlight. It's even weirder than what I first had in mind. But I need, so I keep it.
The light is turned to the wall. I can see the old rocks. I don't really pay attention to it until I realize there is something written on the old brick wall.

11-03-1884

It's a date. It can't be anything else. I wonder what it represents and why it is written so deeply into the tunnel.
At this exact moment, I feel weak. I haven't eaten in almost one week and the cold doesn't help.
I stay up and try not to fall asleep. Painfully, I start to cry. I can't control the tears falling from my burning eyes. They warm up my body, but everything else in me.
I'm scared now. I'm all alone one the dark because I want to keep the flashlight's batteries while I don't need it. The last time I fell asleep by the sight of the green eyes. They aren't here and that makes me cry more. In the end, I cry so much that my eyes are too dry to cry one more tear.
I can't handle it anymore, my head is spinning, I feel dizzy and I'm shaking. I fall asleep thinking about how much I want to go home and how bad it will be if I go out. I stay up the whole time because my legs are the only thing reminding me I'm not dead yet.