It was a cold December, colder than the peaks of mount everest. The nights were dark; streets frozen over by the freezing temperature, no one was to be seen within arms distance because the fog was so thick, not even light could penetrate it. I had never been to a place where no one speaks to each other. As I struggled to walk along the road, I saw a dark figure slowly start forming in front of me, it seemed like it was approaching me quickly. As I readied myself for an attack I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning my head, I tried to see what it was. I blacked out. As I started to regain consciousness my body was numb. My vision was blurred. I was restricted in place, unable to move. Then I realised I was not alone.

My surroundings were hard to picture as my hearing and vision was impaired with a sharp piercing tone ringing in my ear. I felt numb, unable to move any of my limbs, every time I tried to take a deep breathe, I felt my ribs impaling my lungs. As my vision cleared slightly I could see a little distance in front of me, only then I saw a middle aged man panting for his life; He seemed to have had been brutally beat up with his bloody face and torn shirt. Crippled on the floor, his withered face looked up at me in desperation, I couldn’t do anything but look back with no emotion. Through the sharp tone, I could hear footsteps on the solid concrete slowly becoming louder behind me, but suddenly the sound stopped. As I struggled to turn my head around to search for the source of the sound, I felt the rope which tied my hands together being pulled and loosened. About 30 seconds had gone by and my arms were free, even though I couldn’t move. I felt my body falling off the hard chair, there was nothing to cushion my fall.

 

Freezing temperatures shocked my nerves just enough to pick myself up , as I leaned against a wall for support I saw a half opened door a couple metres away from me, I began to stagger towards the door with the energy I had left, but I was so desperate to leave this room, I was unaware of the disappearance of the man on the floor. My struggling efforts to open the were just enough to which I could inch my body through the gap, I took a few moments to analyse what lay ahead of me. There was a long corridor with 4 closed doors on the way to the end which wasn’t visible from where I was stood. For once in this situation I felt a sign of hope as I edged closer to one of the doors. Moving faster now, the pain which once took over my body started to wither which allowed me to walk without support. Able to get to one of the doors, and tried to open it, I put my hand of the handle, but as I opened the door, I saw a figure in the corner of my eye. managing to be unseen, I leaped into the room which in the process of doing, I ripped the shirt I was wearing. Little did I know, I ended up in the same room I had previously escaped from and the door that i just closed was half opened again and footstep getting louder for each step. My chest began to get heavy and I started breathing more frequently to the point where I was on my hands and knees panting for air, I looked around to see if there was a way to escape then, I saw my self, motionless, restrained, sitting on a chair.


I was that man.