Strayed in Nowhere

The world wasn’t always darkness. In fact, the last thing you remember was white light. Mesmerising, blinding light of the brightest might. Then came the time when there was nothing but black.

These days, it is impossible to tell where you are. Nor can you know the time for sure. Day and night have become one in the absence of the skies. Your senses are of no help. The air smells of nothing but sanitised steel that you can almost taste. Pain comes in short bursts, too brief to mean a thing.

You try holding onto the voices around you, and barely do. Your own is easy enough. The others are strange and out of reach, as though from a different place altogether. One that is now lost to you. And so you put your hands out, longing for the solace of familiar touch. They find cold, hard concrete. But there is no door on these walls, only gaps that lead onto nothingness.

You feel your way around the labyrinth, praying for a road out. But so many times, you meet a dead end. You double back, with no way of knowing if you are only running in circles. All this time, you try not to let the troubling thought get to you – that walls are all there are.

But something tells you that there is a light at the end of this darkness. That is why you feel the tears on your skin, even though you do not know from whom they fall. Suppose, there is someone out there, waiting for you. After all, that is what one of the faraway echoes keeps telling you.

“Come back to me, please.”

If only you know how to get there, wherever there is. If only you can ask him who sounds so kind and sad. But your throat is hoarse, no matter how much you try to scream. All that leaves your parched lips, is a sickening second of a silent gasp.

And so you keep walking where you can. As your fingers land upon walls, you try to put a face to the comforting voice that comes to you every day. You now use it to mark the passing of time. It has been close to a year since you have started counting, yet he remains a shadow that blends into the dark around you.

What does he look like? Of this sea of images that still live in your head, none of which you can fully grasp before they slip away. Yet there are flashes that last enough to be recognised. In those brief moments, you find warm eyes the colour of rich wood, lips of the palest pink, and a beautiful silver ring that once sat on your finger.

It is no longer there. Your hands are bare, as is the rest of you. Alone is all you have in this strange world of nowhere. All you know to do, is to follow the voice that keeps telling you over and over again,

“Come back to me.”

Daily Prompt: Maze

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10 thoughts on “Strayed in Nowhere

  1. Oh my gosh! So emotional – we think she’s in some sort of coma and trying to get out, it feels like you yourself felt this experience by the way you wrote! Hope she gets back to the real world and hope that who ever was waiting for her is still waiting! Another great post of a story! 😊

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    1. Thanks so much, always! I really appreciate it. ❤ I was hesitant about posting this since the premise was vague, but am happy that you’ve got it. I’d like to think she did eventually find a way back to her partner. 😊

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        1. Hehe, it wouldn’t be awkward at all! I think every story should be up to the reader’s intepretation, which can sometimes be way more interesting. And yay to happy endings! 😄

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  2. Wow, Jade. Amazing.

    This reminded me of an image I saw online years ago of the bodies people find deep in the french catacombs. People wonder in there, drunk, get lost, and can’t get out. What a horrible way to go.

    I really enjoyed this piece of writing.

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    1. That sounds harrowing. Can’t ever truly imagine the feeling of being trapped with no way out, though I don’t think I wish to find out, haha! Thank you Mark, it means a lot! 😀

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