Dark...

Dark...I couldn't tell you where I was. All I know is I saw dark and smelled damp, must as I sat in the silence of where I was. Distant drips falling from above me just out of reach. I wanted to explore, but whatever was seemed elusive. Cloth tied over my eyes, something bound my wrists, tying them behind me. I was stuck, no way out. No way to see how to escape. 

Underneath me, the ground felt cold, a little sodden. I could feel things skittering across the floor near me. The noise of small nails over a chalkboard it seemed. It was deafening in my individual silence. I wish I knew where I was. I wish I hadn't done what I did to end up here. All I know is it got me here in the dark and I hate the dark. I hate wet. No one told me that this is how bad it was. No one told me that the poster wasn't a joke. We had all laughed about it, so taking a chance seemed worth it. 

I'm not sure how much time has past or how long I've sat here in the dark of this place, but it definitely wasn't worth it all. There's no sunlight... no warmth on my face in this place.  Sometimes I think I hear screams through the walls. Maybe they are tortured souls or maybe I am simply going insane. They say that the dark can drive people mad, right? So mad they eat themselves alive or rip their eyes out. Maybe that's what will happen to me. Maybe I will go so mad I forget where I am and will start to enjoy the solitude of this darkness. 

Close by I heard the echos of a cascade of water. I feel slimy wetness reach my hand and slowly slither over my fingers and under my legs as I sit. The water is colder now with this new sensation weaving into this already freezing place. It causes me to shiver and I can't keep myself still as my body tries to warm itself to a manageable temperature to keep me alive. I wish I could see it. I wish I could reach, get up, and see exactly where that wet is coming from, where the screams are coming from. The feeling building in my chest. I almost can't take it anymore. Will insanity take over me? Will it catch me this early? 

The water kept on rising, I was waist-deep now. Still no way to visualize the nightmare I was now living. Was I going to die here? I hadn't even lived 19 years yet and this was how my life was going to end, how I was going to be taken out. Taken by rising water as I suffocated and never breathing again. Grasping for life as it slips from my very being. My heart began to race, running faster then my mind could fathom, panic rushed me and took over me. I began to wonder how I could escape, my flight instinct kicking in and plotting how to untie my bindings, then how to escape this death chamber surrounding me and eliminated these very thoughts. Try to find a way to freedom was the idea of the panic, get out, and get into the light so that I may live and be free. 

The water halted in its flow into the chamber, it stopped climbing up and around my body. My heart slowed hoping this was where it ended, where I might be able to calm down and realize this wasn't going to be my watery grave. It wasn't going to be the very place I died and they were going to let my body fester in this place. 

I soon had the towel removed from the tired eyes to see the light of the bathroom shining bright. The water in the bathtub was running and I pulled my hands from behind my back. A solid reminder to never fall asleep in the bathtub after lying to your mother about putting the dishes away. Those lavender bath bombs do some crazy things your brain as you lay there. My sisters prized one direction poster was not other than the pain that dream brought upon me as I laid here trying to relax after a long day of school. Not to mention reading Edgar Allen Poe in English class did not help much either.