As I lay there, I couldn’t help but feel lost and scared. The darkness around me was so absolute that I couldn’t even see my own hands. My senses were completely cut off, leaving me feeling like I was floating in some kind of void. I was completely alone, and the fear that I was in great danger was almost palpable.
I started to call out, hoping that someone would answer and tell me where I was. But my voice echoed back at me, bouncing off the darkness and giving me no answers. I was completely disorientated, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was in some kind of nightmare.
I started to cry, but even that seemed strange. My tears didn’t seem to fall, and I was left feeling even more isolated. How could I be crying if I couldn’t even see my own tears?
The silence was deafening, and I felt like I was slowly losing my mind. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing and calm myself down. But when I opened my eyes again, I was still in the same place.
As the moments passed, I started to feel a sense of acceptance wash over me. Perhaps this was the end, and I had finally reached the end of my life. But even as I accepted my fate, I couldn’t help but feel angry at the injustice of it all. Why had death come for me in such a brutal way?
Eventually, I was overcome by exhaustion and I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up, I was in a completely different place. I was surrounded by light, and I could feel my body once again. I was back in the world of the living, and I was filled with a sense of gratitude and relief.
But the memory of that dark void stayed with me, and I knew that death would always be a wicked and terrifying thing. I had been given a second chance, but I knew that one day I would have to face death once again. And that thought filled me with dread.
By :Prince Aning