It had been days, days of focusing on my limbs, days of yelling and screaming and I was finally up on my feet. I must admit I had just gotten up there and kept on falling over, but I was on my feet.
Stumbling and falling over constantly I tried to make my way to the sun coming in, looking in to it hurt my eyes and made my head pound. The only thing I could do was lay back down.
"All this progress and I still can't get the fuck out of here" I said to myself.
There was no obvious exit.
"Shouldn't they be lit and signed, isn't that regulation!" I screamed in to the air.
I was frustrated, I was alone in here, I was completely confused.
"What the hell had happened to me?" I questioned myself.
"What the fuck is with my right arm, it's completely torn and ripped up. Looks like someone snacked on it" I said softly.
"Oh man my leather trench coat is completely ruined"
"Which one of you rat fuckers is going to pay for that!" I screamed in to the dark.
Enough of this playing around. I had been stuck in this fucking pile of stinking ass dirt and these fucking hungry rats for so long it wasn't funny. Today is the day I leave, today is the day I get the fuck out.
I scratched at the walls and inspected every single nook and cranny. There was nothing, all I could feel was cold and damp stone.
"So where's this exit"
Fuck it, I had been looking for hours. I started to lay back and as I thought my back would connect with the wall it didn't. It just kept on falling and it looked like there was, well, as step.
"Am I fucking idiot or what?" I shouted.
Of course I had been crawling around and searching low and hadn't bothered to see if there was actually anything above my level.
I climbed up, I kept on climbing up those hard stairs. I could feel the skin on my hands and knees being scraped off and left behind, tiny bit by tiny bit. My muscles ached and I was so tired, but I made a promise to myself:
"I'm getting out of here today"
And to this I would stick to, I had been down in this shitty dirt for long enough.
I crawled up more and more. I crawled until I realised stumbling up was possible. Oh how fucking frustrating this was, oh how I felt every muscle hurting and my body was just telling me to lay down and stop. There was sweat dripping down my face and I felt like my mouth and throat had been stuck in the oven on high.
Reaching a flat platform I stopped and started to lay down and think:
"I don't know how I'm even doing this. What energy am I running on?"
To think I had been down here for fucking weeks it seemed without even drinking anything or eating and I was still alive, I have had rats chewing on me and I'm still alive. Is that just pure luck? Was there slime dripping in to my mouth while I slept?
"Fuck it, no time to think. I have to get out of here" I whispered to myself.
There, I've done it. I'm on the final landing. I can see the door. In excitement I got right to my feet.
"I'm finally fucking free!" I thought to myself.
This door doesn't mean crap, I threw myself in to it as hard as I could.
"BANG!" The door rattled and shook for a bit as my shoulder collided in to it then finally opened, light streamed in on me, the surprise of this and the sheer brightness of the light sent me flying back and down in to a sitting position. I just sat there, staring outside. Contemplating my next move.