《Diary of an Insomniac》Night 6
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Drip. Drip. Drip. I look to see what else is in the bag. I find some granola bars and bottled water. My stomach stops the twisting and turning as I eat the food and drink the water. The sensation of eating and drinking after a long time is euphoric or maybe intoxicating… I'm not sure. When I finish my animalistic way of eating I continue to look into the bag. I find nothing else of use. I figure that now is the time to leave so I start digging my legs out. That’s when I notice my hands. A few fingers aren’t really moving the normal way. A mild pain came but it was nothing to worry about so I continue to dig out my legs. Some of these rocks were pretty heavy, but it’s ok since the other smaller stones protected my legs. After a bit of time passed by I could see my legs through all the smaller stones on them. They were ok or even better than ok. Yes better. I turned the flashlight off. I hardly have to ignore the faint drums now. With a bit of rest my legs would carry me out of this… hole I guess.
Drip. Drip. Drip. I wake up from my short nap. I am ready to leave but since I want to give my legs a bit more rest I decide to just start crawling instead. Wait the backpack could be useful for me so I should take it. I turn on the flash light and point it upwards. I see a possible opening right above me. It would entail a small amount of climbing but nothing that couldn’t be done once I set myself to it. There was a small stream falling from the opening as well. I reached for the backpack and pulled on it to drag it with me. It feels like it is still caught on something. I pull harder and it still doesn’t get loose. I begin to yank on it with as much force as I can. The drums beat increase in frequency and volume as if to tell me to continue. The backpack rips. I sling the only strap left on the bag over my shoulder. I give myself some time to catch my breath before I begin my climb.
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Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. I don’t need my legs. They apparently feel like not working today. Not sure what I expected since they are the reason I'm in this mess. With only my arms I climb the wall. The floor has been covered in water. Foot by foot, inch by inch I climb. The mild pain my hands had given me before has been replaced by an intense stabbing pain my fingers give me. After a length of time that felt much longer than it should've passes, I reach the top. I manage to sling my body onto the new level. Facing upwards I could see the hole was covered by a bigger rock or should I say boulder? I reach up and push the boulder, but it doesn’t give whatsoever. My vision blurs. My lungs refuse to breath. My throat clenches up. My fingers feel like ripping themselves off. However the pain in my legs is the worst of them all. The rain water continues to enter through an opening smaller than my arm. I'm sorry. The water level rose steadily reaching were I am. I don’t want to look. I don’t want to see. I looked at it… floating in the water facing me… "I'm sorry." It's cold. Very cold. "Ba… ba…" "Ba…" Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip…
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