The Pit

Marissa’s P.O.V

Pain is all I feel. From my head, to my lungs, to my teeth and even my internal organs.

Everything felt like someone was tearing through every part of me with a newly sharpened knife but that wasn’t all.

I’m surrounded by darkness, and it felt like it was seeping into my soul. I am literally blind in here and that scared me more than I could admit

“No No No!”. I yelled out, knowing that there was nothing in here, besides my pitiful self and the darkness, as my voice echoed back to me like it was mocking me

In just a few minutes, I was going crazy with the solitude. It wasn’t my first time being locked up in a room or cell in darkness but at least I knew I wasn’t alone. Even the wicked guards were assurance that I wasn’t alone but not here.

I was totally alone here.

I’m tired. I’m tired of everything.

The pain is too much, the sufferings are more than I can hear. I haven’t even been able to be happy for a whole month in several years.

“Was I only born to suffer?”