Reaper

I woke up in darkness; my mouth was dry, my tongue as rough as sandpaper. I was parched, my mouth craving water. My heart started hammering. Where was I? What had happened? Why couldn’t I remember anything? My mind seemed to be fogged; I couldn’t remember anything.

I stretched my hands out in front of me. I was lying on my back, shrouded in darkness. My hands automatically hit wood in front of my face. My heart pounding faster, I stretched my arms out to my sides and they were almost automatically barricaded by more wood; the same was at my feet – just by pointing my toes were they blocked by heavy wood. My breath became ragged, rushed. In moments I was hyperventilating.

“Get me out of here!” I croaked as I attempted to scream. My throat felt like it had been rubbed raw.

“Someone, please help me!” I started banging on the sheet of wood above my head. Nothing happened, despite my hammering. Fear built up inside of me. My eyes snapped shut, my teeth clamped over my lower lip.

I continued hammering on the wood and screaming for a long time. "Someone, please help me!  No one knows I'm here! Where am I?" Help me, please!"

I finally gave up. I was close to tears, and I felt hopeless, alone and afraid.

“Please,” I moaned, as I let out a few tears. “Please, get me out of here.”

And then, I was nowhere.