Shehryaar woke up with a start.
For a moment, he felt completely disoriented.
I'm alive? That was the first thought that came to his mind. And his mind began to recall the moment before he lost unconsciousness:
My eyes wouldn't stay open. I'm trying my best to retain some shred of consciousness but this f*****g blood loss is making me too weak.
Heaving, I sat against the wall and tried to balance myself but my mind was getting hazy and light.
I swallowed against the blood in my throat and slumps down to the ground.
I'm so tired.
The darkness is surrounding me, waiting for me to succumb to it. Funny, I was always surrounded by darkness and I loved it. I dwelled in it. I always found comfort in it.
But why is it that this darkness seemed intimidating? As if, surrendering to it w
