Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Corrosion

I woke up, the taste of blood running down the back of my thought. A gut retching fear starts making my bladder tense. I feel tightness on my skin, I the smell of rust and musk fills my nostrils with a pungent smell. I go to wrinkle my nose to try to elude the smell, and feel a twinge of pain and a gasp escapes my lips. Then I panic, my eyes are not opening, it is like they have been glued shut. I can hear whispering coming from somewhere around me. I can hear the high pitched muttering in an echo. The floor is covered in tiny cool rocks. They prod and jab on my exposed skin. I then try to pull at the ropes binding my feet and arms. My blood is pulsing pushing out against my aching goose-bumped skin; my heart has never raced so rapidly. Thoughts pooling in my head the sap like fluid I was laying in. I hear someone shriek in what seems to be the other room; where the voices screeched and hissed a few minutes before. My breathing flowing in and out of me but I felt like I wasn’t breathing at all, was there no air where I was? It was then I knew I needed to fight. I picked up a larger rock that has been poking at the flesh. I rub it against the slimy rope around my wrist. It slips and plunges into my arm, I inhale sharply and a sound exits my lips. The fear of the fact of drawing attention to myself and hearing silence coming from the other room, where a sloshing and tearing sounds were just coming from. Then I pick up the rock from where I dropped it, and started wearing away at the rope. It seemed like a long time before I could feel it pluck away strand after strand of the last bit. It came free with a snap, and the rock hit the opposite wall, as it fell from my hand. It made a sound of rock hitting rock. They had long finished the guzzling, and now where resorting to what seemed to be fighting, in a high pitched unidentifiable bellowing. I was still in the dark. I had tugged at my eye lids harder then I wanted to but gave up because of the pain. I would find my way out without my sight. I crawl towards the wall where I had heard the rock, it would be there I would unbind my feet; I found another puddle of sap a few meters off from where mine was. And soon stumbled upon a mound of fleshy tissue; it was another person, as soon as I touched them they cried out loudly. I reached around to place my hand on their lips and shushed them, they started to cry and tremble; I moved on. As soon as I felt my hand touch the wall, I noticed its strange texture; it felt like matted hair, and shrapnel and shards of skinny long rocks, some of it was sticky. I reached down to fix my legs, my fingers tremor, and I pulled at the knots. My mind consumed on trying to figure out how I got there, better yet, whom I was? None of that mattered. The noises from the room came to a standstill. And a snoring filled my ears, my stomach still turning, how long has it been since I have ate? The knot gives, and it falls to the ground; now to survey the area. My hand touches the walls the dampness and some of the rock faces tells me I am in a cave, do I know of any caves this may be? No… I walk slowly and my fingers search the wall. I feel a snap under my bare foot; so I reach down, and pick up a long tacky piece of bone. I drop it as soon as I felt it; the gargling in the other room hesitated, and started again. I reached an opening in the wall. A sudden shrill came from close by, but I could tell the lighting has changed, because the insides of my eye lids changed from black to red. I could smell what reminded me of the soggy forest floor, I was free. My legs teetered like stilts as my arms left the wall. I picked up my pace. I could hear the birds. Feel the sun. A smile stretched across my dirty teeth. I am not even convinced I have all of my teeth. It is then I feel something hit me, I fell to the floor without a fight, and I had no choice. It was heavy, it had scales, its breathing sounded that of an overweight man that had just climbed a flight of stairs, it wheezed corrosion onto my face. It lightly touched my face; its fingers like razors on my hide. My breathing stopped. A sting pierced my eyes, a tugging at their lids. Light rushed in, with a filter or red, I could see the sky, I wanted to cry but nothing came out. The dead weight on top of me lifted and tightness around my left leg dragged me back into the dark.



Join the Discussion


This article has 2 comments. Post your own!

goodtime67 said...
May 2, 2011 at 1:08 pm:

wow great story really had me on the edge of my seat,is there more?

and where were they?

 
MorningStar15 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
May 9, 2011 at 8:01 am :
There is not more, at the moment. I suppose I can weave something into it. They in my mind are in a cave, it reminded me of a large bare cave, as a random thought. Thanks!
 
Reply to this comment Post a new comment
 
Site Feedback