"Nnnh…"
Oh man, it is morning already? This headache though… Never thought I would ever drink. Wait. I didn't. Why do I have this terrible headache then?
Discarding that thought for now, I try to open my eyes and actually do something about this headache rather than lay around all day hoping it goes away.
And then I close them again, then try opening them again. Because unless I became blind overnight, the room I was in right now was pitch black. My room, even with all my black curtains, never could be anywhere near this dark, and at that moment I realized something.
I was laying on a stone floor.
As that sudden thought seemed to pump the adrenaline into my system, I shot up and did– nothing, actually. I just stood there, menacingly; and slightly panicked too, I guess. After what felt like an hour but was probably around five minutes, when I didn't hear or (as if I could) see anything, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
So… what now?
Thinking exploring… wherever I was couldn't make the situation any worse, I held my arms out and slowly took a step into whatever random direction I felt like going. Haven't bumped into anything yet, which is good I think. Another step. And another then another. Step by step, I was moving in a direction.
Oh, and my head still hurts like a beach. But I can ignore that pain for now, I had plenty of time to get used to it. When I was a kid, I mean. Not by drinking, of course. I was a kid. Anyway, I have had myopic ever since I was a little kid, so trying to force your eye to see something it couldn't ona daily basis meant I had a lot of headaches as a child. And my great child-brain thought it was a bad idea to tell my parents often about this, since looking at a screen for just one hour never should have been a problem for me. And thus…
*THONK*
I fricking hit my head to a stone wall and the pain tripled. Yeah, getting distracted by monologuing in your head while having zero idea about your current whereabouts was not a good idea– back on track!
I keep walking and walking and walking but aside from a single hit to the head by that stray stalagmite, I can make an educated guess about where I am. In a cave. Awesome.
Why the hell though?
At this point, I just tried to distance myself from the situation altogether, just to keep my sanity. Was I kidnapped? Unlikely, as there is no light to indicate other humans, nor were there any ropes or such binding me, which would make them lose me. Was I… Actually, that was my only sensible reasoning– careful! Almost hit my head again… Where was I? Oh, yeap. The other insane possibilities. Sleep walking? I live in the middle of a city. No caves to speak of. Dream? At first it fits perfectly, until the moment I remember I have a splitting headache. You just don't get hurt in a dream. I have been hurting from the moment I woke up and I had– Ouch! I had hit my head twice now, both of which increased the aforementioned headache. And even if I think of other ideas, all of them are just fantastical possibilities I just entertain myself with. So, my guess is it would be hard to figure out what happened until I get out of this damned cave.
How long has it been…? Because I stopped counting after a hundred thousand seconds. Which, after I stopped counting and doing the math, meant that I was stuck here for more than a day. And even though I have been resting every once in a while, I could not go to sleep for some reason and my headache kept getting worse. Do they call a stronger headache a migraine? Because I think it is past beyond that.
*Grrowwl*
And I'm hungry. No shambled curses or anything, I'm plain hungry. And not that thirsty for some inexplicable reason. By all accounts, I should have started begging for water several unmeasurable (literally) hours ago, but I'm still going strong in that department. Wish it included headaches too, but beggars can't be choosers I guess.
By the way, I haven't been going around blind all this time… Well, aside from sight, that is. I have been using a technique known by a lot, which is putting your hand on a wall and following that wall all the way. It is used mostly for mazes, but isn't this cave pretty much a maze? And that technique works most of the time, and only countered by isolated wall structures, but that usually doesn't pose a problem if you start from the start line– oh hell am I going around in circles?!
Immediately taking my hand off the wall, I start walking away from the wall. I'm so done at this point. I'm lost, have an headache, don't have any of my gear with me and I'm–
I smell food.
Completely forgetting what I was thinking, I ran to the source of the smell and devoured whatever that smell came from, ignoring everything else.
When I came to, I saw a red gemstone held by two purple hands in a dimly lit light. And realized those two hands were mine.
I screamed.
