And this is the first place, I put also on FW and EFP, so it's not just brand new. It 's a nonsense - more or less, it makes sense for me to explain it but I break - and the characters do not even have a name, but can not find it too bad. Oh, to be written is listening to Emilie Autumn coming off like a dream. Ok, enough, the story to you ~
Four Times
That place is narrow and dark. It smells of wood all around, a slight but persistent odor, almost fresh, and the walls are sticky. Try to turn around, but finds he can not. Inhale up, exhale. Then repeat the process several more times, once, twice, thrice. The air does not seem to be enough.
feels tingling hands, as well as the legs and feet. The blood in that position, does not circulate well. He wonders how much longer will stay there. Lift up your eyes without moving his face, an effort that you 'feel at the temples and the top of the nose. Find a crack, a minimum of light, but above is perhaps the darkest, and then gives up and relaxes his eyelids. If it tends
ears, if he stops breathing and focused as possible, can you hear a whistle thin, almost a melody. Comes from outside, perhaps a person is singing it, but not sure.
thinking of trying to scream, maybe someone outside of the tube may feel sticky and free him, but immediately after formulating the hypothesis, renunciation, if in fact there was no one, if only this was only a whistle in his ears, and scream to end all the air available. If the reality was that in that place of oxygen and there are none left even for a breath, then what would you do? Would
sigh, but also believes that action unnecessary. Inhale and exhale slowly, trying to gain time. Do not you think we will die there, but it's just not going to faint.
addition to the whistle, not other sounds from outside. He wonders whether it is day or night there. Do you feel sleepy, but unable to sleep: if he were sleeping, what would happen? When a person breathes more sleep deep waste more air? He did not know.
Maybe I should study more biology in high school, he began to think, rather, maybe I should study everything much better, maybe now I have a vague idea of where I am. The whistle
out there is closer. Now is certainly not more than starselo imagination, not just a sound in his head. If you could move, if he could lay his ear to the sticky surface and focus, that is why feel so close to him directly as whispered in his ear. However, every move he is completely forbidden. However
knock on the outside hears too well. He wonders if would agree to answer.
- Are you still awake? - Demand a man's voice. It is a firm voice, and probably enjoyed it. Perhaps in some ways familiar.
He still does not respond. It may be his only way of salvation, but the reasoning that has made imposes silence. A thought which runs more or less like this: if that person is asking me whether or not they wake up, it means that he knows I'm here. If that person knows I'm here and I have pulled out, it means that it has no intention of doing so. Or maybe not. In both cases, all that would be responding wasting oxygen. So
remains silent, breathing low and wait.
- If you do not answer me, I'll assume you're sleeping. Or maybe you're dead. - Read the item from the outside.
If it really was, what would you do? would like to ask. But there is still silent. If you can, knock on the sticky surface to give a sign, but he can not try to do anything.
- If you are concerned about the air, know that there is an opening up - includes a man like him to read my mind - Do not die of asphyxiation. Believe me. You're in there for so so that now you would have fainted at least, if not already on a boat direct to the realm of the dead!
He wonders if he should believe him. What did he do to deserve your trust this man? Or rather, what did not deserve to distrust? He probably wants him to talk to decrease the waiting time until his death.
While reasoning about what to do, you realize you no longer feel his legs. If it were not strict in that sticky tube would collapse to the ground. Try moving your hands, but not the right answer and the left controls only a few fingers. That location is too inconvenient, how long it takes to go to a limb gangrene? Even this question brings back mind his lack of commitment to school days. And to think that he just finished a year ago and already regret, such situations should be done first.
- Please, I look like a lunatic talking to himself, answer me! - Says the man from outside. He enjoyed his voice is clearly heard. A fun resounding in the empty pipe is located in, it sticks to the sticky walls and reverberates in her ears.
not know why, but feels a deep sense of irritation at the base of the stomach. Breathe in, breathe out. Opens and closes the mouth to test the mobility of the jaw, then the plane blows air out of the lungs.
- I awake - responding. Her voice is roca, scratch against his throat and goes out with difficulty.
Suddenly you feel a bit 'more exhausted.
- You answered! - Cheers man - Ah, but does not seem to be very good.
How could I become? would like to ask. Eyebrows frowned slightly, but soon surrender to rant against.
- Who are you? - Application instead, and the man chuckles from a blow on the outside surface.
- an odd question, considering your situation. You do not want to know where you are?
- Knowing this could not help me in any way.
- Indeed.
- So tell me who you are. Not
thinks he wrong question. I do not even believe at first, and is not the first that came to mind. He reasoned, has so much to ask that man.
But if by chance there was a limit questions to ask? If you could get a response in only a handful of questions? In that case it would be better not to waste any.
And even if that was the only possible application, we feel we have made the right choice.
- Would not you rather know why you're there?
- No, not really. It is the question that interests me less at the time.
The man continued to giggle softly. He can feel his presence revolve around, is the only source of sound from outside.
- Perhaps you'd like to know how long you stay there?
- The next one, tell me who you are.
- Then maybe you'd like to ask whether or not you are still alive? Or if this is a dream?
- I am sure he is still alive, you asked yourself if you were dead or not here. And, if it were a dream, sooner or later I'll wake up. Tell me who you are.
now also lost feeling in his hands. She feels numb and his back began to have headaches. Wondered if it was wrong to believe him and says, did not appear to decrease the amount of oxygen in the air, but his conscience is slowly slipping away from his fingers, lowering his eyelids and numbness in his ability to reason. Before he did not feel that way.
- See, the problem is that I just can not tell you. Or rather, I'm sure the answer does not satisfy you, or you will like. For this, I'm sorry, but this question has no answer.
He does not speak. He feels drowsy stars, is not a pleasant feeling. Move your lips a few times to empty, try to breathe again slowly and evenly. Lucidity is losing more every second.
- Hey? You fell asleep? - Asks the man from outside. He began to wonder if he did not know that already, sooner or later, that feeling of exhaustion would have attacked.
gasps a few times, then choose another question. Does not think best, this is perhaps the wrong one.
- Why ... why not pull me out?
The man laughs.
- Do you feel more tired than before! You're asleep, perhaps? But should not you do it, I'm not sure you could wake up.
- Reply.
- Okay, okay! Hmm ... what was the question? Ah, yes, why do not you pull out. You see, I do not think you can. First, I do not know how you you're stuck in that place. And then, if you came to say that something had to be done there. That is, what I'm trying to say is that you have to go out alone, here. I can not help you.
He thinks the answer. There is something that does not square in the words of man, if it were more polished would probably have already figured out what. Try to analyze them individually, frowns.
- One moment, I ... I'm not entered in here of my own!
can not see the man's face. Obviously, he can not even see his own nose, let alone beyond sticky wall. However, and it is more than certain, there has just appeared on her face a smile. It is a feeling that permeates the air, an aura that reaches its neurons and cells.
- Instead you get there alone. I earned that put them there? Indeed, who could earn something to slip into that place?
The only muscles that are still unable to move independently in the neck and face.
It feels incredibly weakened. Search to resume shine, will reorganize the ideas.
- And I? I earned there to come here?
- You know that only you.
He does not remember anything. In fact, do not even remember when did you woke up and found himself there. It is as if they had been in that place, as if before the smell of wood and sticky sensation there never was another.
- I do not remember - she admits.
What else could be done now? Must reason. If he comes here he must have something to do.
- I can not even move, I have the whole body numb.
- I believe, that place is tiny!
closes his eyes, no longer able to keep them open. She feels incredibly heavy eyelids.
- You ... why are you out there?
He laughs again. Her voice is annoying, when she laughs. Echoes in the tube until it reaches the bone and facendogliele vibrate. Every laugh is an unpleasant feeling more.
- I? I'm just waiting for you to fall asleep!
Why? wants so much to ask. But his lips did not move, the eyelids do not rise more, he can not reason.
Why wait to fall asleep?
What will it do, man, once he is asleep?
Maybe that was the right question, already had to ask the very beginning. Clearly, the limit was four and he chose the wrong questions. Yet there he was right so much ...
In there is narrow and dark. A dark and oppressive insufficient space. The smell of wood permeates the air as if he were the main component, and the walls are covered with a sticky substance too similar to the resin. Perhaps it is time to smell the substance of wood. The body feels totally numb and unable to make any movement.
not believe he will die, just faint and has no intention. But the darkness makes it more and more part himself, and his whole soul was sucked from a slimy and muddy oblivion.
has the feeling of having done something wrong, not too long ago, but can not remember what. He also realizes that you have to do, but does not know what, neither has the strength to do so.
out of that pipe, somewhere, someone is laughing.
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