Abducted

Darkness. Pitch black one.

And then silence, pin-drop silence.

I saw nothing. Heard nothing and felt nothing. It feels like I am in a void. Somewhere in-between being alive and being dead. In the middle of life and death. Life because I could feel myself breath. My breathing was the only thing that broke the silence in my head. Death because I felt nothing. Not my legs, not my hands and certainly not any other part of my body. Not even my heart. I don’t feel it hammering against my chest

Yet, my breathing-the only thing I could hear-was labored and heavy. Like I ran miles. Like I was barely trying to keep myself alive and breathing. Like it takes more than the usual way for me to breath. And like my life was hanging by a single rope.

But I was certain none of that happened even if my memory was vague.

I don’t remember a thing about why I’m in this void. Why I can’t move my body or control any muscle of mine. Why I can’t even feel my own heart beat. My memories were in shambles. They