Waking in Darkness by C Mari (interesting novels to read .txt) 📕

I open my eyes; or at least I think I did. All around me is nothing but darkness. I cannot see anything in front of me. The air I breathe is warm and suffocating. Where I am lying is hard like rock.
I am immediately afraid. As I try to swallow my worry and sobs, I stand up and feel around wherever it is that I am.
I reach my arms out slowly, almost spinning as I turn around to make sure not to miss anything. I feel nothing; my hands only touch the warm air.
I step forward, whichever direction that is, very slowly. Finally, after a few steps, I reach a wall. It feels cold and rough.
Where am I?
I turn my back to the wall and gather enough strength to shout into the darkness. “Hello?” I call out as loud as I can. “Somebody help!” I wait for a reply but it remains quiet. “Can anyone hear me?” I try again. There is still no answer. “Hey!” I scream at the top of my lungs. Again, only silence.
I fall onto the floor with my face in my knees and let the tears of cowardice and fright escape.
I lie back down on the hard floor with tears still flowing and close my eyes; I think.
I wake again, still on the hard floor. Everything is still in darkness. I was not even going to hope that I would see light after opening my eyes. Hope would only bring my spirits farther down.
I am calmer now after the shock has worn away. I am now aware of my situation. I have no idea where I am; I can see nothing; and nobody can hear me.
I try to think. How could I have gotten here? The last thing I remember is falling asleep in my own bed. Nobody would notice me missing either. Even if someone did, how would they find me? I would not even know where to look for me.
With no other options or possibilities of being rescued, I should find a way out. I turn around to place my hands on the wall. Very slowly and carefully, I step to the right, dragging my hand against the wall with each step. I am feeling for something; anything other than the wall itself.
After about an hour of side-stepping, my search came to an end. I have examined all sides of this room; I guess it could be called that.
It is a rectangular room. It is not very wide but it is somewhat long.
Now what do I do? I found no door. There was no way out, but I must have gotten in here somehow. How will I find it? What can I do?
I sit on the floor, somewhere in this room, to try to think. There must be something I can do. But, I feel so lost; and alone; and helpless.
I want to know where I am. No, I need to know where I am.
I am afraid that if I do not know where this dark place is I may suffocate; I may suffocate without any hope of light. I might lose the faith of being rescued or seeing anyone ever again.
I try to scream, but my voice remains silent. Has my own sound abandoned me as well; making the room deadly hushed? I am inaudible as I sit still and quiet in this smothering room.
I feel unwanted tears slide down my cheeks. I hear them fall onto the floor with a “drip”; the only noise in the still room.
I am alone and I feel very weak. I have lost my strength. I cannot fight anymore. I give up.
The only thing I can do is wait; wait for something to happen so that this will all be over.

Publication Date: 08-05-2012

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