‘Help me! Help me, please! I’m here, in the basement! Is there someone?’
It’s been a day, I fell from the stairs and the door closed and it can only be opened from the outside. I’m scared stiff, I keep hearing strange noises from that closet, the one in the back on the right, I don’t have the courage to go and see what’s inside.
Luckily, here I have some food, but still, I want to go outside, I even tried to escape but nothing, the windows are blocked, my only hope is that my best friend will notice that something’s wrong. This dungeon has always scared me, since I was little, my parents told me not to go inside for it was dangerous, but I can’t deny I never went there, curiosity hits me all the time.
It’s black in here, after a while you’ll start seeing something and will notice that this place is a mess, apart from the noises closet, there’s a chest, on the left near the ladder; I opened it, I found a flashlight and some photos of my parents’ adventures: they’ve always loved travelling, going to exotic places, living the time of their lives and they kept every memory in that trunk, they were like Indiana Jones, explorations are their field, in fact they are in South America right now.
Oh look! These boxes are full of toys, my sister and I played with them all the time; I can’t wait to tell her about my adventure, we don’t see each other a lot, she’s at the college and comes home every once in a while, but we do care a lot about each other and call whenever we can, she always asks me for advice.
Now turn around, that couch is there, I believe since the stone age, I don’t know why it’s still there, I guess someone in the family loves mouldy stuff, oh yeah, maybe it’s my aunts’, she’s great but a little weird, I remember when my sister and I were young, she used to give us artifacts with strange shapes, sometimes a bit scary. Her house is the best though, every inch is covered with stuff, even the walls are bulging with any kind of picture, canvas, plate; when you go in, you feel like in a museum.
I’m starting to get anxious though, I’ve suffered from panic attacks in the past and it was really bad; I don’t like being in a closed, dark room for long, I have things to do: right now my life is on a turning point, I found a job, it’s very good and I love it, I broke most of the bridges with the past, people were awful back then and today they’re not better, they always used to make fun of me ’cause I’m different from them, I never liked popularity or “being cool”, I suffered from depression, it was not a good period, but now I’ve moved on, I feel great, even though, for a time I went away, my family didn’t know anything and when I got back I had changed.
I lived my own adventure, I spent six months travelling through Asia, from India to Philippines, from Vietnam to China. I met so many beautiful people and I finally found my true self, also I wrote so many articles and photos that I was hired from an important newspaper.
Everyone keep saying I’ve changed, and yes, I cannot deny it, I grew up, I got to know my inner self, my strenght, my weaknesses, when I got back, I was ready to let everything slip away and live my life. It went really well for a while, but then I had a sort of crisis, I had left back too much and in that moment I had no idea who I was anymore. I spoke to my sister and my best friend, they told me to slow down and keep what’s positive from the past and go on thinking that even in this new life negative things will happen.
So I did and I’m happier, I almost always have a smile for everyone, also my colleagues are great, we get along really well.
Oh listen, someone’s calling, it’s Sarah, my friend. ‘Sarah! I’m here, in the basement! I’m trapped, open the door and don’t start laughing at me!’
See, I’ve seen black for a long season, then white for a time, and now? Well now, I see gray, I still don’t know what the path is, but I know there’s an end, that the maze has obstacles, but the light that rescues me is there, the research is on me.
via Daily Prompt: Black