The goosebumps prickled up one by one until the hairs on her wet neck stood erect, waiting. Her ears strained to hear the sounds around her in the destitute darkness. The lump in her throat rose and bulged, she crumpled down against the cold wall bringing her scraped knees to her chest. Her shaking fingers extended up and over, feeling the dampness of her own blood..still warm. A sudden sob escaped her chapped lips followed by stomach bile, she keeled over away from her small spot choking on her own vomit, the taste was unlike anything--it tasted like pure acid and it burned her throat until it projected into a seething stink on the matted carpet. She thought of the time when she was a little girl and her mother would hold her hair back and softly stroke her back, whispering soothing murmurs in her ear.
Just breathe.
She wiped the remnants from her mouth with her cardigan sleeve. She could only imagine how much her bestfriend would reprimand her if she knew she had wiped vomit on her favorite Bebe sweater. She's going to kill me when she notices that I borrowed it without asking. That used to be the worst thing that could happen.
She blinked her eyes a couple of times, red and crusted from all the crying. Still nothingness, she gathered she must be in a room with no windows or real door because there was no air flow and not even the slightest crack of light. Perhaps a basement? But where were there houses with basements in Arizona? Nothing made sense anymore, who knew if she was even in Arizona anymore.
She propped herself up, getting dizzy and then again bracing herself against the wall slab. This is what it is to be blind. --What if I am blind?-- she put her hand infront of her face trying to detect any movement..--I can't be blind, this isn't real. This can't be real-- She swiveled her hands in various motions and then touched her face..--I'm not blind, i'm in a dark room. A fucking trap-- she patted the walls trying to find any semblance of a shape. She could no longer sit, puking and crying. Her situation had not changed in what felt like days, weeks, months. She knew she had not eaten so it could not have been more than 3 days. She was still bloated from the sushi her boyfriend had made her eat, fucking tempura. She put one foot tentatively infront of the other and glided slowly against the outline of the wall, shimmying her hands and feet as subtly as she could fearing any kind of secret booby trap like she had seen so many times in cliche movies like The Goonies. There were no imperfections on the walls, just a smooth cool surface--it felt like concrete. What kind of room has a carpet floor and concrete walls? After moving along the perimeter she figured she was in a small square room, a rat in a box. She slinked down the wall onto the floor, covering her nose with her blouse, even the smell of her own bile was better than the smell coming from the floor. She pawed one hand around the area she was crawling on--nothing. She crawled forward in what she decided was toward the side wall--what the hell is that smell? It reminded her of a frat party the next morning, old beer and throw up baking in the sun. Nothing was worse than the smell of boiling vodka..except cadavres. She snapped backwards onto her bottom, covering her mouth as she screamed --There is someone...something..dead in here--she recoiled into her safe corner crying until she thought her stomach was going to come out of her mouth, she kicked her feet and banged on the wall--who the fuck are you?! you sick mother fucker!! What the fuck is this?! WHO IS IN HERE?!--she tucked her face into her shirt, hoping to disappear..this isn't real, this isn't real! She slapped her own arm, pinching her pale forearms as hard as she could--wake up Keira, wake up!!--
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