The darkness surrounds me
It presses tight
I cannot breathe

The darkness surrounds me, it presses about me, I cannot breathe I cannot move. I take a deep breathe. Ok, maybe I CAN breathe but my chest still feels tight, like my chest is bound by a thousand chains. I am in a locked room. There are no windows. There is one door. I couldn’t get out if I tried. I won’t try, it would be no use. She knows that. Who is She? I can’t remember who she is. All I know is that I did know her once and that she is pure evil. I am so tired I just want lay my head on the floor and sleep so I do, but before slumber claims me, the door swings open and there She is in all her nobility like a queen. Yes, she is a queen but of darkness, of all that ever caused pain. Ah, pain, she revels in it.
“Are you awake child?” her voice is cold, colder than the center of the largest glacier. I lift my head from the ground and stare defiantly at her but I do not speak. I am not a child but I do not answer her. Somehow I feel that if I do, I will never forgive myself. So I just stare. Who am I? I wish I could remember somehow, I can’t. She floats across the room, her velvet gown making the faintest rustle. I could escape now, while the door is open. But I don’t. I just lay motionless. How can one human inspire so much fear and yet so much hate? She takes my chin in her icy hand. “Why don’t you run Nat,” She taunts me, “The door is open, I keep no guards, there would be only me, a poor, weaponless woman with a heavy formal gown to slow me down.” She smiles ever so slightly. Suddenly I have headache, I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know who I am. I slowly shake my head. “Good boy. I think I will leave you here, for now.” She leaves ad the door closes behind her with a quiet ‘click’. And I am left to wonder. How did I get here? Who is she? What does she want with me? Why am I so alone? I want to cry but again realize that crying if I ever live past this I and look back I will hate myself for it. So I don’t. I am fourteen years old. A man, not a child. She called me a child. But she is wrong and I will prove it to her. The door opens again and armor clad guards enter. They look at me and, hesitating lift me up. She lied she said she keeps no guards. I am half amused maybe I should smile. My face remains impassive. Why did the guards hesitate? When they bent down to lift me up I thought I saw trepidation in one’s eyes. Were they scared of me? Perhaps I am someone great. I doubt it. I am carried through the door and out. The corridor is also dark but when brought through the next door, I see something, light. Beautiful light.
“Maybe he’s paralyzed,” the guard holding my upper half ventures, “Granger did hit him pretty hard.”
“Yeah, and maybe he’s struck deaf and dumb too. Shut up.” Said the other. And so, I am conveyed in silence through halls and up stairs until we reached great throne room. She sits upon a black throne her black gown blending perfectly in color with her throne.
“Hello, Nat.” She nods cordially to me. As if we haven’t met just minutes before. “Put him down, I’m quite sure that he can stand.” She snaps at the guards. They nearly drop me in their eagerness to obey. Fortunately they put me on my feet. And my legs immediately give way. “Support him you fools!” and I am pulled up by my arms just before my head strikes the marble floor.
“Nathanial!” a woman’s voice sobs. If Her voice is the center of a glacier, this voice is like the warmest summer’s day. I turn my head and see a motherly type lady. She is dressed finely but in quite a different manner then Her. Instead of dressing to instill fear, this woman is clothed so that a young child would feel welcome to bury its tearstained face in her skirts. Somehow I know that this is someone I love. But other than that, I don’t know her. Seeing my blank stare she gasps. “Nathaniel? Natty? Don’t you know me?” I shake my head no. But I would like to know her very much. I feel that all my memories are just out of reach summoning me, giving me tantalizing hints but giving no more. If only I could reach them, some of this might make sense. At least a little

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I was going to write about a dream that I had that disturbed me greatly for some strange reason and the first few lines are from my dream. (basicly all the stuff about being locked up in darknes) But then I couldn't resist taking it further and now I have the beginings of something I don't even know will be finished but i think I will finish it. If I think of a good plot to go with this.