Never Ending

Chapter 4- A Chance?

Through the middle tunnel, not a single thing could be spotted. I peer my head in further, expecting anything to happen at this point. How can one like me handle all of this? I haven't done anything horribly wrong-none that I'm aware of- that would land me to rot in a solitary cell with nothing to do and unbearably disgusting food to eat.

There must be some way out of this unexplainable mess.

"Is this dream? Is someone pulling a prank on me? 'Cause if you are, whoever I swear...", I start, speaking my thoughts. My words carry through the thick air within the lengthy tunnel. But I stop mid-sentence due to not being able to come up with a reasonable threat.

The previous screams of horror from minutes ago have come to a stop. Although it doesn't seem to have a stop button, replaying internally in my mind. I wonder if the person is dead. Am I long gone too? I immediately get rid of the morbid thought, but can't help but bring it back up. Is it even possible? For me to be conscious and completely aware in the state of death? I shake my head side to side, attempting to clear my mind yet again. I climb into the tunnel.

I try to come to some conclusion whilst crawling through the pitch black hole. Maybe this is a dream. Yes, that must be it. This is a dream and I will wake up soon, start my day off good, go to my waitress job at the café, and drift into sleep just so I can move on to another repetitive day. Until I become an old withered lady and fall into one, final, blissful sleep. Where I will not wake up, but be as happy as ever.

My ears say I'm convinced with myself, but my mind thinks otherwise. Something tells me being in a dream is not the case, though. I can't be dead either. As many times as I try to deny the thought, my mind just can't seem to shake it out. Even the mere idea of dying, not capable of viewing the world anymore, makes me cringe out of pure fear.

I discontinue my cat-like crawl when I realize the tunnel has no more space to offer ahead of me, forcing me to exit the tunnel.

Just as I thought I could get out of this unknown trap-hole of a place, my eyes meet up with the familiar blank white space. I whip my head around behind me to check if I could go back the way I entered, but seeing the tunnel has now closed up, I turn back around to the original direction I was facing. And it's either I'm being delusional, or I am becoming crazier by the second, but what my eyes reveal make me believe that I really am indeed, dead.