As I Lay DyingA Story by zwartenkotA Prologue to a story I just started writing
Prologue: As I Lay Dying
Time. Such a small word, that means so much. The actual definition of time is; "The indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole." Time only continues for existence, it doesn't stop for anyone else. Nothing can stop it. Time could be passing you, as you live your normal life. And then you blink. It's an involuntary action, you’re forced to do it, but in one blink everything can change. For some people blinking is a good thing. Unless you're me. I blinked. And my world turned inside out. Everything I thought I knew was burned down. My world was torn apart. And yet time keeps passing, without a care in the world as things get worse. I'm pretty sure I've hit rock bottom, you can't hit the ground any harder than I did. But I guess in a way I'm lucky, the bad things will stop soon. My time will be up. I'll have nothing else to worry about. Because I'll be dead. My body lay up against the cold stone wall, although I couldn't feel anything anymore. My body was so numb. My frayed clothes didn't provide me with much warmth. I lost count how many days I think I've been here, it feels like an eternity. This cell has become my home. Family and friends are lost somewhere, I'm not sure I'll ever find them. I'm not even sure I want to anymore. I stared down at the chains binding my hands and feet, prohibiting me from attempting an escape. As if I would have the strength to. I lay my head against the wall and closed my eyes, trying to shut out the hell I'm in. The quietness enveloped me. My heart beat soundlessly. I jumped, hearing the jingle of keys. He was coming. My heartbeat started to pick up and hammer against my chest. The loud footsteps crept closer. I took a deep breath. I pull myself up, so I could face him. No more cowering in the corner like a scared child. The footsteps got louder, until they abruptly stopped in front of my cell door. He put the key in the lock, triggering the door to sway open. He stood there, though in the darkness I was unable to see his face. He stood there for a few moments, not saying a word. Nothing needed to be said. We both knew it was time. I was done fighting. My killer sauntered over to me, ready to begin, a seething chuckle escaping his lips. He was excited. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for impact. Tick. Tick. Tick. © 2016 zwartenkotFeatured Review
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