Your Dark Room

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Every human experiences a moment like this.

Submitted: June 06, 2013

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The dark room does not just appear on it own but built over time.  The process underestimated by those who have not experienced it.  The foundation is as grand as could be imaginable.  Constructed as a magnificently means to feel.Carefully blueprinted on the purest fears of one these fears do not have names but secretly exist. These fears breed from the inner core and thrive from the closeness of fallacious people.  These are people entrust lies upon us, live by hateful deceit, or encrypted a presence of un-want.  With this in mind, the experience of a dark room consists a human being and it was me.  I exist with eyes opened and move endlessly about.  The darkness of the room furiously grows expands with an unexplainable force.  The intense force wraps itself around constricting around me.  I reach out blindly.  With vigor, my fists pound and slam against the colorless wall.  A nauseating rush encloses in the stomach from the stench of panic.  Brought down onto both knees, I become to the lifelessness, the empty screams of pain as if subjected to the penetration of a rusty rigid dagger.  The dagger wildly attacks at my back with no seamless end; pain reaches to my lower body.  Grinding my teeth to cope all while my muscles uncontrollably twitch.  Blood swells surfacing on the skin.  My palms once held against the wall slide effortlessly down.  I give away in solace and can feel my heart slow; the frigid cold air once inhaled is no longer present. The blood trails left on the wall are completely unnoticeable to others.  These trails are the stains of erratic patterns that depict the relentless torment I felt. Realizing this moment is the useless journey I embarrassed.  Imprints of blood remnants are of the chaos that dwells from within.The room an unbearable thick soiled pillow that smothers me further pushing life away.  Completely deprived and wilted.  I am seen as an untouchable just lying on the floor to grasp one more breath.


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