Chapter Two

          I couldn't open my eyes.

          I couldn't hear anything.

          I couldn't feel.

          But none of it seemed to matter. I was comfortably cocooned in the abyss I existed in.

          Am I dying? Or.... am I dead? Is this what death is like?

          My thoughts were suprisingly calm considering that I was contemplating my own death. But then I realized something. I could open my eyes if I wanted to. I could hear slight sounds if I tried. I could feel a sharp pain in my stomach and my throat. I tried to cry out, to protest the new, unwanted sensations. But then I realized something else. 

          I couldn't breathe.         

          My eyes flew open at the realization but I saw nothing around me but black.  All I knew was that my lungs were on fire; starved for air but unable to take the breath that would ease the suffering. I tried several times to do that one simple thing.

          Breathe! I told myself. Just breathe!

          But I couldn't. No matter how frantically my mind was screaming my lungs would not listen.

          Suddenly the darkness that had filled my vision was fading and I felt myself falling. I felt myself collide with a cold, hard suface.

         That impact is what brought back everything. I could see colors, not just grey or black. I could hear a voices all around me, muffled by the buzzing in my ears. But most importantly I could breathe now. I ignored everything else as I gasped for air, feeling relief from the burning in my lungs almost instantly.

          When I could finally concentrate on something other the simple process of inhaling and exhaling I looked around. And immediatly I wished that the comfortable darkness would return.

         

         

         

          

Author's Note

not done yet

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the feel of fear and gaining control. Your words were strong in this chapter. Now the story need more plot and detail to open up this interesting story.
Coyote