Beyond The Dying Light.
I can't see, I'm blind. Even with my eyes wide open, blinking. I squeeze my eyelids shut and open them again; the same result. Riddled in darkness, wrapped in its turmoil. Trapped and forgotten, The darkness so cold, bitter and haunting. I could feel my own cold breath as I gasped, parting my lips to moist my lips as they began to dry and decay. My throat thick, struggling to remain soft and maintained as the walls of my throat struggled to stay damp, I could feel the itch, the scrapping twitch as I tried to swallow any sort of saliva I could collect within my lips. I could hear the wheeze as I tried to speak, my voice crackling and barely there. I was speechless, literally. As the darkness overtook me; disturbed me. I tried to remember how I got here, where was I? Why were my wrists and ankles wrapped, tied and raw from the thick rope that bound them together...Sitting up, I then thumped my back against a wall, it was freezing. My exposed skin reacting to its sudden chilling touch as i rest my back against it; Goosebumps surround my naked skin. It wasn't long before the piercing ache around my sides started to surge through my body; reminding me of the kicks, knees and punches I had received prior to being thrown into this place. I was well aware now, it's not like I hadn't experience this before, it was normal for me... at least it was. I actually can't remember the last time I was even close to this situation... When was the last time I was trapped, somewhere unknown... Cold, dehydrated and filled with trauma... I honestly cannot remember right now, regardless.. it would be useless to start panicking and worrying; if they wanted me dead... I'd be dead by now. They - Clearly people who want or need my help... have something planned for me, whether it's to assassinate the president or rob a bank, it was clear... I didn't agree with them...
I slowly start to remember as small snippets begin flashing at me; On a job, helping Sam and Jesse... and all I could picture was Fiona, yelling at me. Her eyes more furious than normal; she was clearly pissed off with whatever I was helping them with, yet at the same time - her eyes shot at me like she was dying to help me. I could see her, waving her arms around aggressively shouting and spitting at me. Fed up with my decisions, or at least I think she was angry at me. Remembering her response, it was only a matter of time before my mind started attacking me and my eyes closed...
Fiona wasn't angry at me, she was furious with Sam. Screaming and yelling about Sam, but why?
Author's Note:
Drabble, quick and simple. I have ideas on where I was heading, but I'm not entirely sure. Let me know what you think; I'm experimenting with first person as you can see here. It's very different and I wanted to try something new. I am trying to smash down my writers block, as I have readers who are merely anxious for me to continue my other fics. this will not be a long fics at all, very short if I continue. Thank you in advance for the reviews and love.
