The door opened.
The door opened.
The door opened.
The door opened.
The door opened.
THE DOOR OPENED.
I swear it did. It's not my imagination. or maybe it is. I do not know maybe my hallucinations of this place have reached this point. My head hurts. My stomach hurts. My legs hurt. My arms hurt. Just thinking about how my whole body hurts feels far worse than pain. My back feels sore, the scratches from the brick wall make my pain ten times worse. My butt hurts from sitting on the dirt floor.
But my body in pain is not my main focus right now.
Why did the door open?
Am I going to be rescued?
Will I not die in this place and be one with dirt and dust like I thought?
My delusions take over. Of course I will not get out of this place. I can't escape, I have no permission to escape from whoever or whatever is keeping me here.
I wish my delusions are right even though they most likely will not be.
Then, as I try to fix my bodies position to make my butt and back stop hurting, The door opens!
The door opened.
The door opened.
The door opened.
The door opened.
The door opened.
what sick, twisted thing or a person, is trying to do to me? I bet they are trying to make me crazy or more hysterical, but they do not know I have always been. The few memories that my near-death mind remembers are of me doing crazy stuff to get out. A waste of energy.
I remember blurrily how I started to kick the brick walls but just got scratches, that are now scars from getting infected. I remember when I started to kill the ants out of anger and desperation, but I just killed the producers of the little to eat I can get. And of course the bump in the metal door, which made my head hurt for a very long time and made a bump grow on the top of my head. I Still Have All Those Scars Of My Crazy Actions.
Then my stomach growls again. I look around once again and again looking for ants with some crumbs. Nothing. I then try to stand up, but just hit the floor by my weak body. as my vision blurs The door opens.
The door opened.
The door opened.
The door opened.
The door opened.
The door opened.
But then I see a dark figure. as I try to open my eyes to see what or who it is out of shock, I just end up making my eyes feel b]heavier and then they close. Completely. In the darkness of my eyelids. I only made out that they were a person.
The next second I feel the person's hand wrap around my arm. They pull. And pull. and start moving me through the dirt floor. Even though I am losing consciousness I can feel the pain in my back ,when the dirt goes through my really thin shirt to my scratches. I would normally flinch but my body is far to weak to waste energy.
I suddenly feels something in my shoulder.When I felt it, it felt like a pinch. Like some thin piece of metal that got stocked to my shoulder. I start losing consciousness faster. Why does my body hurt? Why am I so weak? Why am I being dragged?
I fall asleep as I am being dragged I am not exactly comfortable. But I never am so what difference.
After a long time I feel a soft thing underneath me and go completely asleep. This time I am comfy, without worrying about what might happen next. Or what just happened.