![]() Blackness.A Chapter by Somer![]() Blackness was all I could see...![]()
For a moment my mind went blank and I felt myself falling, but then I snapped back into it and held the toilet tighter. My head started pounding like crazy, and I had enough strength to sit back against the wall.
The next thing I knew there was a knock on the door, then everything going black. Black. That's all I could see. I saw nothing beyond this blackness and it scared me to the core. What was going on? Where was I? I strained my ears but heard nothing. I tried to move my muscles but it felt like I had none. I wanted to scream but I couldn't even open my mouth. All I saw was black... Suddenly I heard three bangs that would have made me jump if I could. I felt like I should be looking for this noise but it would obviously be a waste of time since I couldn't move. Maybe that noise was a sound of my imagination? Maybe I'm finally going crazy. Bang, bang, bang... There it was again. Yes, definitely crazy. My mind couldn't handle all this pressure and finally decided to shut down. That would explain the black, wouldn't it? Though not that noise. Ring, ring, ring... A new sound. Ringing? It sounded familiar but from where? Where have I heard that before...I hate not having answers. It makes me feel so...so useless. It felt like my mind was swirling with possibilities. Wait...how can I think if I'm going crazy? Maybe I'm not going crazy? “Jordan, Jordan?” Jordan? Who's Jordan? The name sounded right. Though I don't know why. I tried my hardest to keep up with all this but it felt like I was slowly slipping under and into the blackness. Like it was sucking me in feet first. “If you don't answer I'm coming in.” A man. It was a familiar man voice. Deep and sexy, calming and reassuring. A voice that could get anyone to pay attention. Well, it got me to pay attention. I stopped my mind that was running like a train and tried to think of everything. That sinking feeling went away a tiny bit as I concentrated on this. Suddenly I saw a light at the end of this blackness, getting closer and closer by the second. I felt a surge of joy wash through me, maybe I was getting out of this horrible place. Maybe concentrating on one thing helped. Suddenly I could move my arms and mouth. Still no sound came out but the fact it was moving set me at some ease. “Jordan, that's it, I'm coming in!” suddenly there was a crash and a snap, then the sound of heavy footsteps. Coming from what direction? This time I focused on the light and started too see more colours. It was like this bright light was over taking the blackness slowly. In the light I saw feet at the end of a...hallway? They were running in my direction, and soon they were in front of me. Black surrounded this figure but I still saw it. “Jordan what happened?” I looked up at his handsome face to see concern. How bad did I really look? That bad? I stared at this man longer, knowing that I've seen him somewhere before. I opened my mouth to no sound then just shrugged. He bent down and put his face in front of mine, looking into my eyes. The blackness started over taking the light then and I grabbed his upper arms in a plead, trying to tell him to make the darkness go away. The blackness kept fading in and out. It was making me loose more and more focus. I felt like someone who couldn't see well, when they took off their glasses everything went blurry and when they put them on it was fine. He looked in my eyes and told me to lay down on the cool floor. The movement was hard. It felt like my body weighed a thousand pounds and it basically tried to pull me down. The blackness covered more of the light this time and I closed my eyes, breathing in deep rigid breaths. “It's Zack, Jordan, nod if you can hear me.” Zack...his name sounded familiar. I nodded anyways and he sighed in relief. “Okay, Jordan, can you talk?” I shook my head slightly, that movement taking more of my energy away. I tried to lift my head and he put his hand behind it to support it “Jordan,” he tapped my face with his hand, “you need to stay with me.” I swallowed what felt like knives and pointed to the toilet, trying to show him what had happened. He looked behind him and then back at me. “You threw up?” I nodded. “Are you sick” I tried to shrug. I don't know if I was sick. I don't know what was wrong with me. Honestly, it scared me to the bone. What scared me the most is how vulnerable, useless and lost I feel right now. Zack got up to get me a glass of water to drink. Sitting me up carefully he put it to my rough lips and slightly tipped it back as well as my head. Cool, fresh water washed down my dry throat. “Jordan?” he wiped my hair out of my face and set me back down on the floor. My chest heaved in and out slowly, and I noticed the movement hurting less each time. I looked at him with my eyes half open. There weasnow a little bit of blackness around the edges of my vision and I took this opportunity to talk. “Zack?” The water felt so refreshing going down my throat and into my system. I felt like I just woke up from a nighs sleep, refreshed. It's like the water went to all my dry and warn out parts, waking them up. I started to remember how I knew Zack. His face lit up with hope as he grabbed my hand. “Can you talk?” “Yes.” My voice came out hoarse and I attempted to clear it. It only hurt more. I grasped for more water. “What happened?” he asked. “I don't know,” I took a long sip of the cold water “I felt really sick...and this happened.” I motioned my arm around the bathroom. The motion still took effort. “Are you sure you're not sick?” he asked as he cocked his head. I noticed the cute dimple he had on his left cheek under his eyes. I teared my eyes from his dimple to look him in the eyes. “Yeah, maybe it was something I ate.” I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest. I cringed as a pain shot up my side. “That was scary.” “What did you see?” he asked again. “It was black,” I said, “then light came in, and it was like...the darkness and light were fighting to over take each other.” I shrugged like it didn't matter, fiddling with my fingers lazily. “Sounds crazy-” “No,” he interrupted, moving beside me against the wall, he smelled so good...it felt good to have him so near,“you were coming in and out of cautiousness.” I looked at him then away. I focused on my breathing for a little while, still wondering what the hell just happened. I felt shaken up and I needed to be with someone. I turned back to Zack. “How did you know?” He looked confused for a moment then caught what I was saying. “I didn't...you left your wallet in my car. I was returning it.” His voice was soft and calming as he spoke to me. “Good thing, or who knows what would have happened to you if I didn't come up.” I nodded and stared into his glossy green eyes. They were like a summers day...warm and calming. Also refreshing like after a cold class of lemonade. They were the type of eyes you could get lost in forever and never want to come out. The type of eyes that could plead for anything or make you fall in love. I shook myself mentally and looked away from his gaze. He had been staring back and it makes me wonder what he was thinking. “Where's your husband?” he asked absently. I shrugged. “I don't know, I don't care.” I looked back to find him looking at me with concerned eyes. His brows were pushed together. “Why?” I felt like I wanted to cry. Jake never looked at me with concern...it was either lust or hate. Mostly hate. The only time he looked at me like he cared was when he tricked me into falling for him. I placed my hand on my forehead and shook my head. “Nothing.” It's not that I didn't want to tell Zack cause I did. I just...couldn't bring myself to. I felt his hand place on my shoulder and I lifted my head to look him in the eyes. “Jordan, you can trust me.” I felt my bottom lip quiver as I leaned against his shoulder. I focused for a moment on his breathing as I closed my eyes. Right now I wanted to surrender to that blackness. “I know I can,” I chocked out, “I just...it's hard to talk about.” He lifted his arm and rested it around my shoulders. He said no more after that, knowing I wouldn't talk about it. Instead we sat like that, against each other for what seems like a long time. I longed for a relationship like this. Just sitting with the person I love, talking, hugging, kissing. But Jake wouldn't do that...and even if he started too, I can't love him...not ever. After everything he's done to me I wouldn't' care if he died right now. Harsh? Maybe. I tipped my head back to see Zack looking at me. It felt like my heart skipped a beat when he smiled...and his smile was directed at me. “You're beautiful.” He whispered as he rested his head on the wall. My breath caught in my throat and I tried to swallow it. “Thanks.” The silence that followed wasn't awkward...it was peaceful. “You're handsome.” I finally said and smiled at him. He grinned back. Something happened there. I'm not sure what. But I felt a new...thing for Zack. His sweetness got to me, his handsome face, everything about him... “Well,” he said after a while, “I better get going before your husband catches me here.” It felt like a part of me died inside when he said that. I frowned as he helped me up. He held my waist to make sure I could walk properly and helped me to the front door. His warm hands touching me made me feel giddy. I watched silently as he put on his Nike shoes and grabbed his sweater from the floor, where he threw it when he barged in. “Sorry about the door...” he said. Despite everything, I laughed at this. “It's okay. I'll find an excuse.” We stood there for a few more moments, looking down at our feet because we were unsure what to do or ray next. “I guess I'll talk to you later.” I said as I looked up at him. He glanced at me and nodded. “Yeah.” He turned and grabbed the door handle but froze. I watched him in wonder, then he turned around and walked over to me. Then he gave me a kiss on the cheek. I stood frozen as a dozen emotions surged through my body. I felt funny all over and giggly. Again, my lower lip started to quiver. “Thanks for everything,” I said and attacked him with a tight hug, “I mean it.” He squeezed back. “No problem.” He whispered against my hair. “Promise me something?” I shoved my head in his chest. “Sure.” “Come to the Diner tomorrow?” “Okay.” I didn't even have to think about that. The need to see him again itched inside me, it was something that had to be done. He kissed the top of my head and turned to the door. “Bye Jordan.” I watched him close the door silently behind him. I stood there staring at the door for a few minutes, hoping he'd walk back through the door and take me with him. I went and sat on the couch, staring at the blank wall in front of me. I fiddled with my fingers for at least five minutes before I realized my cell phone was ringing. I took it out and it said unknown caller. I debated for a second, then figured it wouldn't hurt to answer it. Maybe Zack found my number some how. I flipped open my phone. “Hello?” There was a pause on the other line, then a husky voice. “Hello, Jordan?” This time I paused. Where have a heard that voice before? Clearing my throat I twirled a piece of my hair between two fingers. “Yes, who's this?” “Hey Jordan, you should remember me. It's your old friend Luke, I found your number and thought I'd call you.” I froze where I sat with my mouth hanging open. The phone slipped from my fingers and I faintly heard the clink as it hit the floor. © 2011 SomerAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on January 30, 2011 Last Updated on January 30, 2011 Tags: Living with a worry blackness lo Author![]() SomerCanadaAboutHey I'm Somer, I'm 16 years old, I'm from Canada! Where the igloo's are ;) I love to read and write! I've read a lot of books, so if you need any suggestions ask me :) I also love horseback riding.. more..Writing
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