Snippet #1919007

Blackness. That was all Valerie was aware of. She sat and waited in the dark recesses of her unconscious mind and remained there. Everything was peaceful; silent. Unlike what she assumed was waiting for her when she awoke. The reality that awaited her frightened her, and she already had a few theories of what it would be like. She walked towards the light that shown brightly in her mind, thinking it would take her the right way, to a safe place, but she stopped just short of it. She didn't want to go to the light. She has a strange feeling that there was no exit once she entered. She did not want to end her journey. She ran the other way to consciousness.

Pain. That was all Valerie was aware of when she took control of her mind. Her eyes were sealed tightly closed, and her teeth were gritted. She felt tremors shake through her body and under her skin, creating goose flesh on her arms. She was sweating heavily and regretting not going to the light. Deciding the try to ease the pain, she tried shifting her position, but couldn't. Something was restricting her movement. She reluctantly opened her eyes to a small and shabby room. Dirt was everywhere. Crumbles of cement block lay everywhere, creating more of a mess. When she went to see what was bound at her wrists, she gasped.

Blood was everywhere. Valerie was lying in a pool of blood, which she assumed was her own. Her clothes were caked to her dirty and bloody body. Her hair was plastered to her face with blood. Her hands were bound above her head to a wooden post. Blood spilled from the rope burns on her wrists. She writhed and grunted in pain. She forced her head to the side and hit it against a cement block, causing blood to spill from the top of her eye brow, and down her face. She gasped in pain as the block the hit her head fell and cause another block to crash down on her leg. She screamed as consciousness slipped through her fingers.