Imagine being in a completely alien environment.
You have no idea how you got there.
The rooms look weird.
You feel a little weird.
like there is something in your stomach.
But really there is nothing there.
You are hungry, yet appetite has left.
Now imagine a dark and cold night
Trapped, in your mind, Trapped in the house
And now a hand grabs your shoulder.
At this point in time,
what are you meant to feel?
Fear?
Would fear help in this circumstance?
You hear the thunder booming in the distance.
Somehow it feels like it is moving closer and closer towards you.
Then you remember the hand.
Do you turn?
Do you run?
If you ran, where would you run to?
Turn around and fight? With what? Your malnutrition-ed body?
Funny how at times like these, time is a subjective matter.
All these thoughts passing through your mind in less than a split second,
then you decide.
turn around and fight.
You feel the hand jerk harder!
You try to throw a punch.
hoping to get that person or thing.
you miss, hitting only air.
The hand releases you and you stagger back. Unable to see clearly due to the flashing lights, you decide that it might have been a better idea to have ran.
Is it too late?
you Turn on your heels and you feel the cold hand.
You just realised it was cold
was it cold before?
its grip now harder. Tighter.
A voice tells you to stop.
its a hard voice. Unfeeling perhaps.
What is your instincts telling you?
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