No one Saves Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Imagine losing everything, and you feel betrayed by the world, you ask for help, but no one comes. In this short story the writer depicts himself as if he's alone in an house and there's no one to save him, but in fact there is. In the story the character is unsure if there is anything surrounding him. The writer doesn't actually makes this clear within the story.

Submitted: September 12, 2012

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A long period of time has gone by and I still sit on this chair staring at the floor wondering, where has time gone? Has it been a day? a week? a month? a year? As I sit, I see the lights dim, until light is no more. Time and light, I have no idea where they have vanished.  I sit in this loley chair pondering about life and how it fades. No sense of my surroundings, starting to think there's nothing around me. Sitting in a wooden chair in the middle of a room, on a hard, dark wooded floor of an empty house.  I can see the front door shut and a closed window to my left. It's dark and cold on the inside, on the oustide is pitch black as I see it, but I know it's broad daylight. I start to sweat, only a moment ago I could have sworn it was cold. I can hardly breathe. I strain my ears so that I may hear as much as possible, but I hear nothing, not even the sound of a cricket. Hand on my knees staring at my black shoes. Could it be? The floor starts to cave in, It's sinking! No! Someone help! But no one comes. Can they hear me? Can they hear my screams? my crys? The floor swallows my entire body, leaving only one hand above the surface as I try to reach and reach only to grab air between the palms of my hands. For a breif moment, I thought I saw someone standing above me, as the floor continues until it swallows up my head and my last arm up to my wrist.  One last grasp for someone to come save me, I feel nothing but air, as I fall.


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