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by Tuzi
Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Psychology · #1251466
First draft, based on a dream.
There’s no way out
„What is this? Why am I here? Let me out!”
The questions keep flooding in.
Deep breath. Calm down. Relax.
„What the hell is going on?!”
Get up. Look around.
„It’s too dark, I can’t see anything.”
Walk around. Get to know your surroundings.
„It’s so cold.”
Another deep breath. Sit down. Get a hold of yourself.
I obey.
I lay down on my back and close my eyes. It feels as if I’m floating on water.
„Am I asleep?”
I open my eyes. Colors everywhere. A flash of light. I can finally see.
Get up. Look around.
„Where am I?”
„You’re lost you hopeless piece of shit. You’ll never get…”
Silence.
I’m myself again.
I try to move. My body responds.
I’m walking through a forest. It seems familiar. Have I been here before?
Impossible.
I touch a tree.
Its rough bark proves this is real.
Is it? Am I dreaming? Am I dead? Is this reality? Is this heaven? Hell?
I fall to my knees. I can’t take this anymore. More questions.
„Stop it!”
Silence.
I rise to my feet again. My toes sink a little in the mud.
I look down. I’m naked. I feel at peace.
Something moves.
Fear. Terror.
I quickly hide behind a tree.
I stand still, backed against a tree trunk, my heart pounding. I look up, expecting to see the nigh-lit heavens above me.
Panic. Fright.
Above me, above the trees, is a giant glass dome. I’m trapped.
„I need to find a way out.”
„Who’re you kidding? You’re not getting out. You’re trapped here and there’s nothing you can do about it you…”
Silence.
I begin moving again. Walking, trotting, running. I'm running as fast as I can to freedom. To try to get out of here. To figure out what's going on.
Pain. Anguish.
I must have fallen. Tripped over something.
My head hurt.
I touched the side of my head.
Blood.
The tips of my fingers are covered in the substance. It begins to change colors and shapes.
„What’s going on?!”
Life. Death.
I have to keep moving.
Just one minute. Just one moment.
I lay down on my back. The floating sensation returns.
The sky has eyes.
Stand up. Get moving. You’re almost there.
Just a little further.
I’m here. At last. What is this? No door, no window.
Just glass.
Behind the glass I could see nothing. It's dark, mysterious.
I have to force my way out.
I hit the glass as hard as I could. The glass caved in a little. With a running start I could smash my way through.
Take a few steps back. Adrenaline’s flowing.
Go!
I run, I jump, I shield my face. I can feel the glass breaking. There’s no noise.
Silence.

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