Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-30338398-20161112150930/@comment-30338398-20161113182741

„Am I the only one here?“

Nicholas shouted as he had just woken up. If he had known where he was, he wouldn't have been stuck here for eight months now. He started crying again, this pain building inside of him was too much. You see, Nicholas just woke up from another one of his dreams. Dreaming that he was outside or at home. His mind trying to trick him into a comfort of illusion.

But every time he felt the comfort, it slipped away from him. Because for eight months now, Nicholas had been living in a strange place like no other. A dark, wet, cold place that almost seemed like a basement. Well, if it was a basement, it was a big one, since to Nicholas the darkness in the distance looked like it was going on for miles and miles. For every time he tried to escape this forsaken place, he would get nowhere. He would run for miles and miles, only to see that he found himself in the same old spot, broken, helpless and every time with less and less hope. And every time he would try to run, the darkness to him only seemed to grow larger and larger.

For eight months he had been stuck in here, not knowing where he was or what had happened. He just woke up here, not remembering how he got here or where he had been. After the first two days of panicking, he finally fell asleep. He slept for what seemed like days, though there was really no way for him of knowing how many hours, days or years have passed. That's the first time he had a dream that he was at home, resting on the couch, watching his television and could smell a familiar scent in the air. It was pancakes. His mother's pancakes, the best ones. He could never forget the smell of something he loved so much. It would fill him with joy, making him forget all about the reality or the trouble he was in.

It would remind him of when he was little and how he enjoyed them so much. He heard his mother calling him, as he stood up from the couch to run to the kitchen. But right before he got there, he woke up every time. That's how it's been for eight months now. Though there was only darkness surrounding him for miles and miles, he thought that there must be a way out. Because every time he had that dream, it would fill his lost heart with a little bit of hope again and again. And as long as he had those memories, he knew that this pain must end someday.

He was very weak from not eating or drinking, he knew that soon enough if he didn't get out of here, he would die. He didn't know how he even survived this long, cause it really isn't physically possible. It must have been his will to get out of here, he didn't think much about if it was possible or not, he was just glad he was still alive.

Nicholas stood up and started walking, like he did every day. Though his legs were weak, he will still wouldn't give up. With every step he took his hope was more transparent and his legs more tired. HE tried to remember yesterday and days before to figure out where he was. The only thing is, he couldn't, everyday in this place was same to him, he almost forgot who he was, if it wasn't for his sanity he would have nothing. He walked for what seemed like hours until he finally couldn't take it anymore, his empty stomach and his weary legs were about to give up. He sat down to rest, fearing that this was it. He felt ill, it was a sad scene to see, a young boy like him falling to the ground with death by his side. He wouldn't have it, he just wouldn't. This couldn't have been the end for him, he wouldn't let anything stop him.

He gathered up the last strength he had, then stood up and started running and shouting for anyone, he was desperate. He felt like he did every day, desperation almost made his heart bleed out and his eyes were beginning to grow weary. Maybe it was from all the sadness he went trough, or maybe it was his time to rest. Feeling weary, he didn't have the strength to carry.

He lay down thinking that at least he tried, and if death falls upon him, he didn't die like a coward. As he was laying down he started to close his eyes. If it was the end, then it was a painful one indeed, but the only thing he thought about was his family. He wouldn't let the reaper sink his claws into him, realising his mind of all the things he held dear. The only thing is, he couldn't remember anymore. He was more a rag doll than a man at this point, gasping for air to regain his will. Then from out of nowhere he felt something. Something was behind his closed eyes, he could feel it.

As he slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a light. He couldn't believe it, he thought he was dead. But he knew that he wasn't, he hadn't let the reaper carry away his soul. Still gasping for air, he slowly stood up on his weary legs, trying to walk towards the light. It was a light I need, a wonderful one, it made his sorrow go away and his eyes fill up with tears. Though this time, his eyes were filled with tears of joy.

He slowly headed towards the light not feeling anything but happiness. AS he got closer the light became so bright he had to close his eyes. When he finally stepped into the light it was the best feeling of his life. He couldn't remember anything or even feel anything but pure joy.

As he slowly opened his eyes, he realized that he was lying on something and his eyes were focused on the ceiling. He couldn't remember where he ha been or even who he was. He found himself on hands of a woman, but this woman was not his mother. The only thing he heard before his memory was wiped out completely was a strange man saying, „Congratulations, It's a boy!“