Prologue
202 Words
Darkness
Everywhere and everything is dark.
Nothing makes sense. I turn and try to find something, anything to tell me where I am but I see nothing.
No matter how hard I fight, I can not find the light, no signs, no relief just the inky black that penetrates my vision and I swear it will eat my soul. Perhaps if I move forward, if I look for someone, for something for anything maybe this heavy feeling will no longer feel like suffocating burn.
I search. I call out but no one answers. Are they angry? Is this why I hear no voices, why they will not speak, perhaps I should call out louder but what will this help; if they cannot hear me now even if I shout with all my might they will not hear or perhaps they do, perhaps this is punishment for something I have done.
Or maybe, and I hope that I am wrong, but just maybe this is death. This is where we all end when our light is taken, in this quiet vast of nothing.
And if this is death and I have crossed, why am I alone.
Alone in this empty
Quiet
Lonely
Darkness.
- Writer
