Darkness Creative Writing

I was aware of the darkness long before I opened my eyes. Consciousness came in bursts, although I cannot say what any of my thoughts were. All my senses were in working order, other than sight, that is. I became aware of the noise first. Sounds bounced against the walls, the clinking of metal and the heavy fall of footsteps. Sighs came intermittently, from different parts of the room, following the course of the footsteps. Next came my ability to feel. The coldness of the surface seeped into my bones. Slowly, I began to smell a horrid smell. The smell of something rotting. The scent sat heavy and close to my nose. There seemed to be other smells in the room, occasionally they would waft towards my motionless body, but I could only seem to focus on the foul odor which seemed to radiate from all around me. Finally, I felt sight come to me. It came in waves. Blurred images would appear before my eyes before quickly descending into darkness. My eyelids would flutter open and shut, although I could only seem to crack them open. At last, I gained the entire

Mumbles which were distorted by the muffling of some foreign object came from the same room in which the man had disappeared into. These sounded more scared than they had before, and I resolved at once to investigate the sound and to see if I could put the man’s worries to rest. When I opened the door, he was thrashing about in the bed, distressed by some unseen nightmare. I went to his side and tried to wake him, but my shakes were ineffective. Eventually, his eyelids fluttered open, much like mine had when I had first awoken. I remembered in some far off corner of my mind, as if from a dream or maybe a memory, that a smile was often comforting in times of distress. I resolved that when he turned his eyes to me, I would fix him with a smile to let him know that all was well. My efforts were in vain. Once I filled his sight, he flung himself from the bed and ran off into the