Romans & histoires Drowning In The Dark

Time seemed to lose its meaning as he delved further into the bowels of the cave, each turn leading him deeper into the unknown. Suddenly, the ground beneath him gave way, and Aeron plummeted into darkness. His surroundings blurred as he fell, and a sense of weightlessness enveloped him until he crashed into icy water. Panic seized him as he struggled against the relentless pull of the ocean's depths, disoriented and desperate for air. His limbs flailed in the inky abyss, but the surface seemed to elude him. Aeron's thoughts raced, memories of Myra and their daughter flashing before his eyes. The realization that he might never see them again fueled his fight against the drowning darkness.

After I closed the door, I collapsed to the floor and broke down in tears. Having cried my heart out, I curled up on the cold tiles, trembling with sobs. The last notes of my broken cries faded into the silence. It was as if my entire heart had been ripped apart and left bleeding. At that moment, I couldn't see a future ahead of me. All I felt was the weight of suffocation. Gabriel didn't leave. His voice, choked with emotion, came through the door. "Please don't cry… It hurts me to see you like this."

he said gently, “what do you see in these dreams?” I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to recall the terrifying images that haunted my sleep. “It’s… it’s always dark,” I began, my voice a little shaky. “Sometimes, I’m falling. Falling into a deep, dark sea. The water is cold and heavy, and I can’t breathe. I’m drowning.” I shivered, even remembering the feeling. “And other times,” I continued, “I’m locked in a room. A small, dark room. There are no windows, no doors. Just… darkness. I can’t escape.”

It hit me that Patrick had only survived because Victoria, a strong swimmer, had pushed the plank out of his way. No wonder he made it until the rescue team arrived. As that realization dawned on me, I accidentally inhaled too much water. My body convulsed with the sharp pain, and I felt my consciousness fading before I could reach the boat. ... When I opened my eyes again, I found myself staring at the ceiling of a hospital room. A moment later, a nurse walked up to my bedside. She asked gently, "You're awake! Are you feeling any pain or discomfort?" I shook my head slowly and murmured, "Just a little dizzy."

The world spun, and I felt myself slipping away…Everything went dark. The moon hung low in the sky, a crimson orb casting an eerie glow. I stood at the center of a river that flowed with thick, viscous blood. It swirled around my ankles, then my knees. Pulling me down. I tried to scream, but my voice was drowned out by the sound of rushing blood. The more I struggled the deeper I sank, until the river’s dark, metallic filled my mouth and nose. The world around me was consumed by darkness, and I felt an overwhelming sense of doom.

I wished someone, anyone, would just look down and see another daughter bleeding out, waiting to be saved. The medical team rushed straight to Chloe, carefully dressing the cuts on her arm. No one noticed me dying in the corner. "A sensory episode is a critical emergency…" The voice faded. Then... nothing. I felt strangely light. Something was leaving my body. The pain was gone. I was floating in the air. I looked down and saw my body. The nineteen-year-old girl lay in a pool of her own blood, her face pale, with dried blood on her lips. Her fingers were broken, her nails caked with blood.

Leo and I waited in the corridor, treading water, our lights pointed at the entrance. Something moved in the water to my left. Not debris. Not the current..... Something with a shape, large, pale, drifting at the edge of my beam. I turned my light on it. A body. A student. He had been in the water for days. His face was not a face anymore. His skin was that bruised, necrotic purple from last night. The Black Tide. He drifted past us, slow, carried by the current toward the lecture hall. His arm trailed behind him and his hand brushed, just barely, against Leo's shoulder as he passed.

"Throw her in!" A wave of icy terror swept over Marie. She struggled desperately, but the guards were too strong. No matter how hard she fought, she couldn't break free. They dragged her to the tank and shoved her inside. Marie's bloodcurdling screams tore through the auction hall as the animals pounced on her. Their sharp fangs sank into her calves. Within seconds, blood soaked through her dress, turning the fabric a deep crimson. Her screams grew weaker, and her eyelids began to droop as darkness crept into the edges of her vision.

"Uhm.... You're done?" I sat next to him. "Yeah. What are you doing?" "I'm trying to get through this level but I keep dying when I reach the red brick building. The zombies come out of nowhere." "There's a way to pass through that but I won't tell you." He looked at me incredulously. "Why not?" "Because I like to watch you suffer. Suffer some more until I'm satisfied and I'll show the way." "You're evil." I shrugged. "Take it or leave it."

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant