I sit in total darkness and await my fate as my eyes adjust to my surroundings. My hands, tightly tied behind my back, chaff against the tough chord of rope around them. Duct tape muffles my voice as I try in an ineffective attempt to call for help. I sit. Alone.
The events of today play constantly in my mind as I try to wonder how I could have escaped this path of pain which surely awaits me. If I hadn't answered that phone. If I hadn't gone to that party. If I hadn't gotten into that car. I wouldn't be here. Alone.
As my eyes blink constantly trying desperately to see, I slowly slip in and out of consciousness, quietly dreaming of a happier place. But my troubles cannot be so easily suppressed by a happy dream, for my fate may take a dark turn at any moment. So all I can do is sit and wait. Alone.
But for now, I must inform you of the events that would most likely lead to my untimely death.
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