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Aug. 24th, 2010

drip

drip

drip

splash!

splat!

Heavy breathing.

I Pull myself out of the water with the one hand already on the stone.

"There, it will take a while for the other room to drain," I say while looking at the mentioned room beside me.

It was a strange room, in a strange place. For some reason the room, which was able to be filled with water, was made out of wooden bars spaced apart so that anyone would be able to see through it; even put their hand through it.

How it was able to hold the water that had to be drained via a hole at the bottom, I do not know. I stopped wondering earlier anyway.

The...cavern? Mine? was dark. The only light coming from torch on the gray stone floor. I take it and walk along the corridor.

My breathing, though it had eased from earlier, was still loud. The wet rustle of my clothes deafening, and my steps echoed.

I had never really thought that being alone would scare me. But in this dark place where the space feels suffocating, where crazy thoughts go through my head - there might be someone behind me. Are the shadows in the right place? Ghosts shouldn't exist but what if they did? What was that?! - I stop and cautiously look around.

Nothing.

I look to the walls and just now notice that they are different from the previous wooden bars that had made up that strange room, as well as the corridor.

Crunch

Shweeww

Sand. I dusted my hands and looked at the part of the wall I had taken the sand from. It was slowly filling up. That meant that there was more sand behind it.

Maybe it was a fit of madness, maybe I just felt desperate, either way, i started digging. Whatever was stopping the sand from falling and filling the corridor I was in was no problem for me. My hands, at the very least.

crunch

sweep

thump

crunch

sweep

thump

Again and again, I would dig my hand a little deeper into the hole in the wall I had made, taking as much sand as I can and dropping it on the floor.

The pile had already reached my waist and yet the hole seemed to go nowhere, still sand. More sand. The hole was filling in again, I try and drag myself in. I slip and fall to the ground.

I grit my teeth and quietly scream to myself. And I find that hot tears are on my face.

I want to get out

Eventually - how long did I spend trying to dig through that wall? How long did I spend lying on the floor? - I get up. Weary and feeling resigned to this fate, I get up. I start walking, torch low, near to the ground, my arms still feeling heavy.

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