I woke up suddenly
from the feeling of tremendously fast falling into nowhere like it happens sometimes. My head is cracking, as if something really heavy had been taken to knock me out. Most likely that’s exactly what happened to me, because I don’t reckon to be that drunk tomorrow to find myself in unknown room. A very dark one. I don’t see a thing, I can’t even hear anything. There are definitely no windows. A door should be somewhere, but it isn’t visible to me from my point.
What do I do? Calm down! I need to come down! Do not be nervous! But in my soul the tension already started growing, and now I can’t even breathe normally with a full chest, fear compresses my lungs. Do not be nervous! Do not lose your temper! Beliefs do not help! The hell with all of them! How can I calm down here?! I’m in valid panic and there is a serious reason to be! Blood is pounding in my ears. I’m short in breath. My heart sank in my heels. There is only fear left in my organism. Fear of loneliness - I'm here absolutely alone. Here - where exactly? I don’t even know where I am! My muscles become extremely tight in one moment of realization. Claustrophobia - the room is very small, locked, not enough air! Do not panic! Fear of the dark - I don’t see my own hands, I specially tried to check it. Tears are starting to suppress me while I’m still trying not to shed one. Fear of the unknown - what am I doing here? Have I been abducted? Fear of violence - will they kill me?! Do not worry! Get a hold of yourself! My lips are trembling and I’m biting them furiously. Touch the room! Find the door. No time to be afraid! I shove my hands over the cot on which I woke up - only a spiky woolen blanket, there is no pillow. My phone, of course, was taken away. The heart beats in the chest like a bird locked in a cage, a cage of ribs and bones. Blood accelerates its run, freezing in the veins. Cold. It is very cold in here. I can’t even feel my arms and legs anymore. Is it some basement? Likely. Good, calm down. Think. I need a clear mind. It will all be over soon. That way or another. But it’s better not to think of what is the another way - my death? I'm trying to get up. I am barefoot. Why the hell they will need my shoes? Never mind. Later. I reached the wall. Wet, like the floor. Then it’s like a basement, near a pipe, maybe a drain. Very damp and cold. Do not panic. I’m feeling very weak, every step is a great effort. I’m holding my hands along the wall, slowly and with disgust, rearranging my legs on the floor, moving somewhere, I hope there is a door there. Yes! My heart missed a beat. I came across metal in the wall. Surely the door. And there are loops. But there is no handle. Absolutely. So it’s automatic. No! Again excitement and fear mixed with each other. I’m gasping for breath. Get a hold of yourself! I leaned on the wall, trying to catch some air. I need to calm down and understand what to do next. After all, someone should be looking for me, right? And what if not? My throat started to hurt and my eyes are burning. Do not think about it!
Shot. Darkness. Emptiness. Short on breath. Fear. Shot. Another shot. There, outside the door. It sounds very dull. The door is thick. Reliable. Has anyone being shot? Will they kill me too? The agitation has reached its peak. What should I do?! I don’t hear anything else. Who’s there? Will he come for me? Fear. Panic. But what if he doesn’t come? That’s just some disassembly of bandits. Someone will just kill the kidnappers and dump them, not even knowing that I'm here. No! Then I just die here from dehydration, without food and water. Although somewhere out there! I’m faster die from fear. My heart beats unbelievably fast. Sweat flow down on my face. From the throat comes something more like a sob than a breath. Well no. I probably will die of suffocation! In a wet, cold and small basement. Cold takes my breath again. I’m choking. Not enough air for a long time. I’m suffocating. No one will even find a body here. I'll rot here! What the hell is going on outside that door?! I start pounding on the door with my fists, knocking knuckles into the blood. It's good. The pain is sobering. I'm angry. Rage kills fear. I will not die like that! Not this way! I’m screaming at full strength, at least trying to scream, it’s more of an audibly shrieking. I’m sliding to the floor in weakness.
Someone screams outside the door. I think he is referring to me. “Move away from the door”. I crawl away as being told. What for? It doesn’t matter. I'm not alone. The door flies open, explodes. Behind her, a special army of some kind. Are they here for me? Yes. Hell yes! They came for me! They will save me! Two of them wrapped me in the same shitty blanket and take me out to the exit. Another one, he shouted to me through the door, calms me down, asks some questions, but I am not able to answer. A door. A shine. It’s very bright! My eyes hurt. The sun. I'm glad about that. I can feel. I'm alive! I am saved! Confused, but everything is behind. I will never forget this. But I am free now! The sun gently washes my face with its gentle and warm rays. A face on which a smile spreads uncertainly. The scar of this day will not pass and will not heal. And that’s good. A better teacher than fear has not yet been invented.
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