Dark
It is so fucking dark.
“Well that’s an easy way to put it, dumbass,” I manage to whisper, sliding my hand past the harness and collection of bungee cords. It seems like it takes me hours before I finally feel out my breast pocket. Relief is obvious as I grasp the packet of matches. “Goddamn dark.” I snicker.
Following shortly after, my thoughts echo an obvious point.
Dark.
For the life of me, I cannot come up with any other way to describe it.
I strike the match, offering but a dull glow in the shadows. With a feeble attempt, I drag my legs across cold, damp surface and cradle them in my arms to watch the glow. “It’s my last one,” I stammer, “my last one”. As it begins to ebb and fade, I become unable to make out the outlines of my own body. I become more vulnerable as the light fades, I know it and he knows it. Not so tough are you now, Mr.Big Shot, he says. Shrugging off the pesky cowardice, I sit and I wait.
Eternity seems to pass, and I hear a faint drip. I close my eyes, and let out a scream that shakes my very soul. I am hungry, I am cold, and I am completely alone.
And it is so dark.