She Was Lost
She was lost.
This was normal for her; she was always lost. Lost in her head, lost down the interstate, and lost in translation. She always managed to find her way back, though. This time, however, she couldn’t find her way back.
And she was afraid.
She closed her eyes one night and woke up to darkness. She knew not where she was, nor how she got there. She needed to escape but couldn’t determine where to start. There seemed to be no exit; there was empty space everywhere, and she didn’t know where to go.
But the breathing down her neck pushed her forward.
She thought she was alone. She couldn’t feel a body behind her, but the unmistakable feeling of small doses of air that blew against her neck and the sound of exhaling kept her company as she moved forward. She knew not where she was going, but the fear of what would happen if she stopped moved her legs onward.
Time was lost in the darkness; after a while, the breathing stopped. She then stopped, too. She noticed the tears running down her face as she rubbed her eyes, thinking that they would adjust to provide her some vision. She sighed as her lack of sight failed to change. Before she could take another step, disembodied hands shoved her.
And she fell into an abyss.
