[Warning: For some creepy elements]
You were used to the darkness. You lived in it. You even welcomed it as you knew not any other world. You manipulated yourself around perfectly. Your still functioning senses became a little more heightened as you depended on them to replace what you had lost. Truly, your childhood sickness, despite its triggering insecurities, despite the obvious that came with the inability to visually enjoy the beauties of the world, they could not hold you down.
But, this blackness was different. The coldness from the metal cuff cut into the raw skin of your wrists. The moistness forming along the bricks caused the chills along your spine to increase. The springs of the thin cot, though dulled by the sheets, still pronged and poked the tender flesh of your thighs. Your eyes may have been dimmed but you sensed the tightness of your space, the walls closing in around you, stealing away what little, precious air you possessed left.
Worse still, you felt a pair o...