Introv3rted B

How Dark Can It Get?

How dark can it get? So dark that you don’t know if your eyes are open or not, but you feel your eyelids blinking right? It doesn't matter. You concentrate and open your eyes wide, "even if it's a small little light," even if it's dim. I don't care, just please. Nothing, tears have been slipping out but you’re too busy thinking to notice. You put your arms in front of you. Reaching for anything to give a sense of where you are. Even if it's the slightest touch, please, nothing but the cold empty air. You start to panic more because you can't see and now there's nothing to grab a hold of. Fear fills your body, can you hear anything? ...gulp. You sit down on the cold hard floor. Your heart beats louder as you listen, pounding like a drum ready to burst. You try to calm your banging heart, your ears adjust to the quiet, ready to hear the faintest sound. You hold your breath and hope with all you’ve got. Closing your eyes hard, wishing for this to end at any moment. Your past the crying and your body is adjusting to nothing. You want to keep on, begging to be saved from this, emptiness. Suddenly you remember that person who liked you last week, the person who wanted to ask you out but you gave no chance. They don't even seem so bad, you cry again. Anything would be better than being here, wherever this is. Your parents, oh Mom, Dad, I'm sorry for being who I've become. I'm so sorry, save me. Take me away from here, I can never get out, it’s so lonely. You hold yourself, you’re all you've got left. But then you start to hear something, it’s faint but it's something. You jolt into action. Where is it? What, is it? You search around with anticipating eyes, your heart is racing and your breath became short and fast. You turn around and see a small little light. It's tiny but you don't care, you start running, you’re racing to it. You feel the adrenaline rushing through your weak body, you trip, it doesn't matter because your already back up and running. The light gets bigger and tears stream down. "A door?" I don't care. Your blood is rushing through your veins, you've been running so hard. Just when you were ready to give up completely. As you are within range to see, there's people waiting for you. They’re shouting, cheering you on as you get closer. They’re yelling for you to make it and you run harder than you’ve ever did before. You bolt past the door and fall to your hands and knees, your feet hurt but that doesn't matter, your blood rushing and you’re out of breath, bones are aching but, I don't care. You feel joy as everyone surrounds you and you notice it's your family, friends and neighbors, everyone who you’ve ever encountered in your life. Your tears can't stop flowing but who gives a shit, you’re free. Your Bestfriend embraces you and you them. As they all walk you home you feel something around your ankle. Ignore it, you’re free now. You’re home safe, you eat and fill that empty stomach of yours. You wash up and get ready for bed, your Mom and Dad hug you goodnight and you tighten it. Their hugs have never felt so good. You’re safe, you’re home, Mom and Dad are there. You get ready for bed and turn out the lights then hesitate. You turn on your lamp, “no more darkness.” You lay down and turn to your side, as you are about to sleep you start thinking, "how long have I been gone?” stop, I'm home now. “How did I end up there?” no, stop it, you’re free. You turn on your back and once again feel a tug on your ankle. You finally decide to see what it is. It’s a thread tied around your ankle. You try to take it off, it's stuck, so you grab a pair of scissors but it's still no use. You get curious so you follow the thread. Taking along your flashlight, it leads to the forrest just up ahead. "What?" You continue to follow the thread that tugs you back to wherever it's going. You have walked quite a bit but finally reach, a door? The sign on the door read "depression." The thread leads through it, no, not there. Stop, I'm not going back. It tugs again and let's you know that at any moment you can be dragged back without a care. You pull the thread and stop it. No, I just got home, I'm not going back. You turn around and walk home, the thought never leaves your mind, "at any moment I will end up there again." You climb onto your bed and wrap yourself in the blanket, I'm staying home. You shut your eyes and fall asleep. Still, at any moment.