Withdrawl

This was actually written for school but I feel strongly about the topic. My boyfriend helped me write most of it :)

The room was cold, and wet. The paint was chipping off the walls. Alessa could see her reflection in the puddles of water on the floor. Her stomach was ravenous for she had not eaten in who knows how long. Thankfully there was a sink in the room. It didn’t have good water pressure, but it was something. She turned on the faucet and cupped her hands under the water and took a sip. She sat on the floor thinking about how she came to be in this small wet room. She couldn’t remember how she had gotten there, it wasn’t like she was involved in a complicity of any kind. She hadn’t even gotten near her old friends since she had started dating Leif. Before him, she had been involved in so many plights, some involving death and others mere disagreements. She thought she was out of it for good; she was wrong.

Alessa observed her surroundings. There was nothing that she could think of that she had done to deserve to be here. As she sat, listening to the silence surrounding her, Alessa felt herself start to get dizzy. She looked at the wall which seemed to triplicate in front of her eyes in a sort of spinning fashion. Soon after that she passed out. She dreamt happy things, mostly about Leif. Her subconscious mind helped her to deflect the feeling of being watched and the cold of the wet floor.

Suddenly she felt a hand manifest on her shoulder. The feeling seemed to replicate and soon she felt pressure on her chest. She felt it to be calming, until it started shaking her. Shaking her hard and pressing on her chest in an almost rhythmic pattern. She tried to call out in pain, to command them to stop, but she couldn’t seem to get the words out. Her chest felt like it could explode any second. Why won’t they stop? Can’t they tell that what they are doing is hurting me?! Alessa thought to herself before drifting off into a deep coma.

This room was different. Instead of the cold, it was unusually warm and dry. Alessa found she had a slight headache as she wondered around. Darkness surrounded her. It seemed to breathe as she did, in and out again, a primal, reflexive pressure that encompassed the area outside of the light of a singular candle. Afraid, she stayed near the light. The darkness held an overlying threat, a whisper of danger that she refused to ignore. Anything beyond the edge of the circle of light was completely invisible. The dark veil seemed impregnable by all but the miniscule candle. Her heartbeat grew fast.

A voice wavered out of the shadow, deep and fervent. It was garbled though, Alessa could not understand any words. She shuffled closer to the edge, fearing reprisal, but intrigued to hear more. Listening with rapt concentration, Alessa did not realize she was leaving the ring of light. Exploiting her lapse, the darkness enveloped her; the light went out and she was plunged into absolute blackness. She screamed. Had she fallen for a trick? Was the voice just a ploy to manipulate her? No, she heard, again, the deep rumble. It seemed to come from all around her.

Alessa fell into a crouch, holding her knees as if they would fall away since she could no longer see them. She began to cry. What did the darkness imply? Was she dying,? Or was she already dead?

Again the voice shook from the black, but this time she caught a few words. “Reprehend,” and “murderous,” were the only clear ones she could make out. A second voice blended with the first; this one was much higher and more difficult to hear. Whatever she could make out, Alessa had never heard something that was less explicative. Inflections in the voices denoted anger and hostility. Alessa’s mind flickered back to the thoughts of death.

For a long moment, she heard nothing. Then, clear as day, she heared another voice say, “the kids have been apprehended, ma’am.” Alessa flinched from the resulting shout from the higher voice.

Things were becoming clearer. The darkness seemed to thin and became lighter. The intense pressure Alessa had been feeling began to release. For a moment, she imagined a floating sensation. It was as if reality was beginning to ply itself together again. As though taking a breath for the first time, Alessa opened her eyes.