another very short story.

this one is very dark and very short.
not sure what anyone will think.

i kinda like it though. lol..

I wake. Where am I? My mind is fuzzy I can’t think straight. All I can see is darkness. No light at all. I may have well kept my eyes closed. Eyes adjusting I can see some shape in the black. If I reach out my hand what can I feel? Cold and hard, slightly damp. If feels like stone. It’s rough. Get on my knees and feel around. Trace the stone. Here’s a corner. Still all stone. Not changing. Another corner. What’s this? Feels more like steel. Knock it. It’s definitely metal of some sort. Are these rivets I can feel? Hmm keep feeling around. More stone. Another corner. More stone. Another corner. What is this place? Listen what can I hear? Silence all but a sound like water rushing. My eyes must have adjusted by now but all I can see is nothingness. Raise my hand and look. Can’t see it. Where am I? What is going on? Think man think. Last thing I remember? Walking down Market Street. Then what? Sudden pain in my head and consuming darkness. Feel my head. My hair? It’s gone! A lump and stickiness. Sniff it. Its blood I think. Taste it. Definitely blood. What has happened? Think man think. Must have been the Guard. But why? Did they really need a reason to erase someone? What’s that noise? Sounds like a bolt grinding. Is it the steel door? A crack of light. Doors opening. Someone stands in the door. Speak, ask what’s happening. I can’t! Why not? The light hurts my eyes. Wait the man is talking. Traitor? I’m no traitor! Argue back. Tell him I’m no traitor. Can’t speak. Eyes adjust to the light. He’s a monster of a man. What’s that in his hand? A sword. Old and dull. He’s dropped it. Quick grab it. His hand round my throat. He talks. I don’t want to be tortured. Why does he accuse me of these things? Plots and resistance fighters? I know nothing of these. Finally I can breathe but the floor is cold. What does he mean? I don’t want to die here. I’ve done nothing wrong. I most certainly don’t want to be tortured and starved to death. He’s leaving. Scream out. Tell him he’s wrong! I’m no traitor! My throat. I can’t talk. The light is getting smaller. Is that the sword I see in the dying light? My throat! I can’t scream. Doors closed. The bolts closing. What can I do? Starve and be tortured? Take his advice and use the sword? The floors cold beneath me. Even lying on my back I can’t see. Where’s the sword? If I take it and wait till someone returns maybe I can use it then. Feel for it. Here it is. Take it by the handle. I’ve never held a sword before. Can I really fight a guard who’s trained? No I doubt it. This sword is heavy and sharp. The point is almost like a needle. I don’t think I have choice. But how to do it? I know. Hold out your hand and find the wall. Here it is. Find the bottom where it reaches the floor. Here it is. Wedge the handle in. I can’t believe this is happening. Scream out. My throat! I have no choice. Torture and starvation or quick and painless? That’s it. Hold the point of the sword to your neck. Ok one short lunge and it’s over. I wonder what my wife would think of me now? I wonder what she’s been told? Or maybe she’s looking for me? No matter. One lunge forward. It’s all over and done. Ok this is it. 1…..2…..3….My blood feels warm. There's not as much pain as I thought. My mind is fading. Think I’m dying…….my wife……………..my daughter…………………………I love you both……………………………..death is mine…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

[Lazy]

lol that has taken me just about half hour to read xxxxxxxxx

It was a good story..... a sad ending though

[QUOTE=Lazy;36816]lol that has taken me just about half hour to read xxxxxxxxx[/QUOTE]...thanx 4 that lazy u just saved tate half hour ..lol