Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-21832837-20150220212729

1:15 PM 2015/01/13

Darkness. Pitch black. Void. Emptiness. That’s all there is now, just me and the void. I’m not blind, I can see my own hands; and I’m not deaf, I can hear my breathing. I can feel the ground beneath my feet, I can taste my mouth, I can smell… Something… It smells wet, whatever it is. I’ve got my phone, for some reason the battery is full, and staying full. I guess I should be grateful, it’s the only thing keeping me sane, unfortunately I’m not getting a signal, so there’s no crying for help. I figure I should document this, in case I find an exit, or someone finds me. I guess I’ll start walking.

2:09 PM 2015/01/13

I’ve been walking for almost an hour now, still nothing. I don’t feel tired, I don’t feel hungry, all I know is there has to be an exit. there has to be. Infinity is a mere concept, and as long as I have my legs I can keep moving. I’ll continue to walk, there’s not much else I can do.

4:27 PM 2015/01/13

I’ve decided to start shouting for help, if there is anyone else here, they’ll hear me. There has to be someone else here, I can’t possibly be alone. though there are stranger things happening. Why am I here? I can’t even remember what I was doing before I got here. All I remember is just… Being here… And the wet smell is gone, I no longer smell anything. I guess that means I'm far away from whatever it was, that gives me hope, it means that I’m not the only thing here. I couldn’t see it, I couldn’t feel it, I couldn’t hear it, but I could smell it, that means it was there. I’m gonna keep walking. I’m going to find something sooner or later.

9:47 PM 2015/01/13

Still not tired, nor am I hungry, my mouth is a little dry but it’s nothing too bad. I think I’m going to try and sleep. It can’t hurt right? Who knows, maybe I’ll wake up and this will all just be a dream.

9:49 PM 2015/01/13

Holy fuck, I just closed my eyes and… It was horrible, images of bloody mangled bodies raced through my head. Screams of pain rang through my ears. It was awful, I can’t even understand who or what is causing this agony, Why they would put anyone through this. I’m confused and scared and a little angry about this, but I guess I’ll keep walking anyway. What else is there to do?

11:08 PM 2015/01/13

I’ve started running. If I’m ever going to get out of this fucking place I need to stop looking at my damn phone and keep going. Just keep going and I’ll get there.

1:33 AM 2015/01/14

For fucks sake this is getting ridiculous I’ve been going for near twelve hours and there’s no sign of life, or an exit, or ANYTHING. At this point I’m praying to the god I’ve never believed in… Now seems like a good time to start believing because it seems like he’s the only one who’s going to help me. I’m praying that  not only will I find  my way out, but I’m praying there is an outside. I’m praying my family is okay, and that they’re searching for me and will find me. I’m praying harder than anyone has prayed before, because I feel helpless and scared and I need something to keep me sane.

3:01 AM 2015/01/14

There is no god. I’ve prayed for help and none has come. I understand that each must endure their pain and suffering, but no god would allow his children this fate worse than hell. And so, to hell I go. I’m going to kill myself. I’m going to take my keys and dig into my wrist until I bleed out. I’ve been curled up crying on the floor for an hour now and I can’t take it any more. I feel completely and utterly worthless, I feel like I’m alone, and I am alone. I’m as alone as alone could be. Goodbye.

3:27 PM 2015/02/12

It’s not fair. I did it, I was dead, I should be dead. I took my keys, and I stabbed my wrist as hard as I could. There was blood everywhere and I could feel the life leaving my body. Why am I awake, why am I not wounded? Why is this happening to me. It’s not fair, it’s just not fair. I’m still alone in this fucking void. None of this makes sense. Worst of all, the wet smell is back. That probably means I’m back where I started. I give up. There’s no sense in walking any more. I’m gonna keep writing though. might as well keep sane as long as I can

4:57 PM 2015/02/12

It’s happening again. the images, the ones I saw when I tried to sleep, the screaming. I can’t close my eyes for a moment without seeing disfigured corpses and hearing blood curdling screams. it’s been happening every once in a while since I first tried to sleep, but I just never thought to bring it up. Images of women and children with their heads caved in, the sound of bones cracking behind cries of pain. Its the only interesting thing going on. It sounds crazy but I’m starting to look forward to them.

9:21 PM 2015/02/12

I could get used to this, these thoughts of mine. I’m really enjoying being alone. I’m really enjoying the sound of pained cries. They… They just seem right, it makes sense to me. I’m starting to sound crazy right? I’m not crazy… This void just changed me. I’m not crazy, I’m just… different. I do have one complaint; Despite being here for more than a month I haven't felt hungry, until now. All of a sudden I’m starving. the problem is, I can’t remember what food tastes like, the only thing I’ve been tasting is my dry mouth and... Now that I think about it… I can’t remember anything… My name, my family, my home, I’ve been here for what feels like so long I can’t remember the outside… I’ve become accustomed to the void… I like it here.

12:00 AM 2015/02/13

My mouth has started to bleed from dryness… Just a little bit but, I loved it, the salty flavor, finally getting some moisture. I wanted more so I cut my wrist just enough to start bleeding. It was so good. the images now are repeating faster, flashing through my head, quicker than I can tell what they are but they all have one thing in common; They all are saturated with crimson blood. Each image flashing by faster, each scream I hear louder, I’m used to it now. I don’t want it to go away.

12:00 AM 2015/02/14

It’s not fair… everything went black and now… I'm out, out in some forest. I was just getting used to it in there and now, NOW IT LETS ME OUT? It’s not fair. My mouth is dry, I’m starving, the images are gone. I want them back. I want the screams back. I see a highway off in the distance, I’m going to get them back.  