My name is Dee, I love writing and it gives me a certain tranquility and pleasure. I feel happy whenever I’m around books whether it’s reading or writing.
I feel compressed by the air around me, my eyes are blinded by the darkness. It is pitch black I don’t know where to step my feet my body feels heavy my memory is blurred out and I can’t remember anything. I’m not sure my brain can even process and think right now.I can’t start thinking about where I am, I try putting one leg in front of the other I am moving without a destination trapped in an abyss. Slowly my brain begins to function my eyes started getting cleared up and used to the darkness which surrounds me, my chest heaves because I started seeing at the right time I almost fell into a river. I have never been here yet it feels so familiar my bones shiver with dread, am I dead? That can’t be right.