Fear of Death

I wake up smelling the grim taste of fear and darkness. Slowly the faint echo’s of laughter disappeared in the shadows within. Reaching down, I could feel the cold, cold lifeless walls that brought the sensation of death, the feeling of loneliness that creped within the heart. Next to me, a lifeless skeleton that had its life taken away from here, gazed at me with its empty eyes. How did I get here? What do I do know? What is this dreaded place? So many questions were filled in my head.   

As I panicked to get the movement of my legs occurred, I realized that they have been strapped down by heavy roped tied within the walls. Desperately searching, I managed to find a sharp rock beside the lifeless skeleton, and inch-by-inch, the ropes begin to break loosen. Within minutes, the legs were free. I gazed up the ceiling, only to find this cell of mine to be a dazing fifty feet high.  The picture of death was in my mind, laughing away with his scythe, ready to take my life.

A slight fickle of noise attracted my attention. The sudden feeling of panic swallowed my body with heavy iron bars. The noise came upwards. The faint noise became more clear. Slowly I was able to see the ceiling coming down. The feeling of panic reached its climax. Desperately searching for a window, there were none. Only fate can decide wether I lived or not. The ceiling was nearly at 3 metres above my head, from here the view of sharp, long; pieces of stone were stuck on the ceiling. Slowly they would pierce me, slowly the feeling of death overtook me. Small drops of cold lifeless from the other victims fell onto my face and mouth. I could taste the fear slowly crawling in my back. There had to be a way out. 

Next I felt the cold walls themselves, desperately trying to find a weak point. However there was nothing. The ceiling had already reached the top of my hair. I slowly crawled down on all fours, making the last attempt to find a trap door or doing anything to get away from this madness. Pools of sweat came down, and the feeling of fear increased. Soon breathing became a problem, as well as my vision.  I was truly doomed, as if death had taken me. Slowly, the sharp stones pierced my skin. I gave a faint cry as it sunk deeper, and deeper.

As my vision was filled with red ink, I saw a glimpse of a child, the white cold lips laughing away as the fear of death overtook my soul. Laying motionless, I slept for another century.