The Dark Room
All I could see was pitch black. Not knowing how or why I was in there, I could feel the cold floor and my body shivering with goosebumps. I looked around, but I couldn’t see a thing. I stood up and tried to walk without falling, wondering where am I? What is this place? Who brought me here and most importantly, why?
I felt a wall. It was metal — cold, slick metal. I walked around, touching the wall with one hand, with the other one in front of me in case there was some obstacle, or exit. I suddenly felt something, like light and sticky pieces of really soft thread. I screamed. It was a spiderweb! With dead insects!
I fell down and started to cry, not because of the web, or the insects, or because I fell down, but because I was trapped alone in a dark, cold, scary room. All I could hear was the sound of my beating heart.
I tried shouting — calling for help — but I knew there was no one there. That’s when I saw it, right in the corner, at the very edge: a sliver of light. A little arrow, lit up faintly. I stared with my eyes wide open. There was a little bit of hope or at least that’s what I thought.
The arrow was pointing to a hole in the wall that I hadn’t seen before. I ran to it and pried my fingers inside and tried pushing, pulling, even kicking at it, but nothing worked: it was just me, standing there, trying to open something that was just useless, but still trying.
I pulled my fingers out and my hand was bleeding and when the first drop of blood fell to the ground, something touched me.
I felt it pressing towards me. It whispered in my ear, “I-am-here” and when I turned around, there it was, my worst enemy, the one I hated the most. It was… me
That’s when I understood. I was trapped, in myself…