Prompt #1
Not sure if this is really good but I’ll do shorter prompts in the future.....
“What happened? Where’s Jason?” I questioned hysterically, feeling my eyes tear up. I rubbed my fist furiously against my eyes. Crying was a weakness, and I hated to be seen weak. Especially in front of the person I hate with my everything.
I ran my hand lightly along my calf, grimacing as my hand slipped off. It was slick with blood. I couldn’t see anything. It was pitch black, but I could tell by the surrounding sounds, I was in some sort of cave. I didn’t know where the enemy was, and I had never felt so vulnerable. I was on the ground, crouched over my broken leg, gasping for air as my brain told my body to go into panic mode.
My heart was going a mile a minute, and all I could do was think. Think of all the mistakes and decisions that had led me to this point. All the tears and pain, only to lead to more tears, and lots more pain.
Something in my mind clicked, and it took my everything to not give in to the desire to become truly insane, and hysterical. I was taking shorter and shorter breaths and I truly thought it was the end.
There was no light at the end of the tunnel. No happily ever after.
There is only pain and suffering.
