It's so dark. I can't see a thing I thought to myself hiding in the corner of a room that I have no idea where it is. I see a light coming from the other side of the door. I decide to check it out.
I stumble to my feet grabbing ahold of what feels like a table to regain my balance. I slowly start moving towards the door when I feel something grabbing at my ankle. It's coming from under the table. It's cold and sharp. I feel something wet start to slide down my leg. I got cut. More like slashed. I was gushing blood all over the floor. In my panic reaction I let out a faint scream. As I struggle to free myself I fall hard onto the floor and bash my head on the cool stone floor.
I slowly start to slip into the darkness. Literally, being dragged from the dark room into a bright white room with lights hanging from the ceiling. The room smelled sterile. Like a hospital room.
All I could see in the room was dark tall shadowy figures. Chattering away as if I did not exist to them. And for all I knew I didn't. I tried to scream out for help but my vocal cords had been severed from their place in my throat. Had I really been out that long? Why didn't I feel anything? Am I gonna die? All these questions raced through my head at once. I started to panic. One of the figures began to move closer to me. He started laughing. "Ah, it's so nice to see that you have awoken from your... how do you say... nap. Your vocal cords have been severed so you can not scream or ask the annoying questions. Why are we doing this? What do we want? They're trivial." He smirked at the others. He was tall, old, long white hair that covered his left eye. His right arm was severed from what looked liked burns. His robes covered the rest of his body. "You are nothing I hope you know that. You will be added to our nice... collection we have accumulated over the centuries."
I couldn't do anything. I could move. My hands were bound to my side. A small dark figure came over and stood next to me and laughed. His bright blue eyes were piercing me. Like thousands of knives were being dug into my back. I winced in pain. "It'll be over soon. I promise." he whispered into my ear. His voice was angelic he had to have been a child.
No soon after, they were dragging me to an altar. There was a guillitine waiting my arrival. The tall man unlatched it and the boy pushed my head into place.
"Ah, a nice fit." he smiled as he locked the latch above my neck. "You won't feel a thing." He reassured me.
A few seconds later the room went silent, no one moved. All eyes were fixated on me. I started to cry as I shut my eyes trying to remember a happier time. I smelled a faint smell of citrus as a heard the rope being sliced and than....
I awoke safe in my bed in a cold sweat, I looked at the time. It was only 3:33 am. What a relief, it was all just a horrible dream
I stumble to my feet grabbing ahold of what feels like a table to regain my balance. I slowly start moving towards the door when I feel something grabbing at my ankle. It's coming from under the table. It's cold and sharp. I feel something wet start to slide down my leg. I got cut. More like slashed. I was gushing blood all over the floor. In my panic reaction I let out a faint scream. As I struggle to free myself I fall hard onto the floor and bash my head on the cool stone floor.
I slowly start to slip into the darkness. Literally, being dragged from the dark room into a bright white room with lights hanging from the ceiling. The room smelled sterile. Like a hospital room.
All I could see in the room was dark tall shadowy figures. Chattering away as if I did not exist to them. And for all I knew I didn't. I tried to scream out for help but my vocal cords had been severed from their place in my throat. Had I really been out that long? Why didn't I feel anything? Am I gonna die? All these questions raced through my head at once. I started to panic. One of the figures began to move closer to me. He started laughing. "Ah, it's so nice to see that you have awoken from your... how do you say... nap. Your vocal cords have been severed so you can not scream or ask the annoying questions. Why are we doing this? What do we want? They're trivial." He smirked at the others. He was tall, old, long white hair that covered his left eye. His right arm was severed from what looked liked burns. His robes covered the rest of his body. "You are nothing I hope you know that. You will be added to our nice... collection we have accumulated over the centuries."
I couldn't do anything. I could move. My hands were bound to my side. A small dark figure came over and stood next to me and laughed. His bright blue eyes were piercing me. Like thousands of knives were being dug into my back. I winced in pain. "It'll be over soon. I promise." he whispered into my ear. His voice was angelic he had to have been a child.
No soon after, they were dragging me to an altar. There was a guillitine waiting my arrival. The tall man unlatched it and the boy pushed my head into place.
"Ah, a nice fit." he smiled as he locked the latch above my neck. "You won't feel a thing." He reassured me.
A few seconds later the room went silent, no one moved. All eyes were fixated on me. I started to cry as I shut my eyes trying to remember a happier time. I smelled a faint smell of citrus as a heard the rope being sliced and than....
I awoke safe in my bed in a cold sweat, I looked at the time. It was only 3:33 am. What a relief, it was all just a horrible dream
.....12/29/09
