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Darkness, that was all he see.

what is happening? what is he doing here?.

those were the questions he's been asking himself.

he look around for any source of light but found none. he could not even see his hands because if the thick darkness, he move forward and stop then move his hand around before walking again.the lack of light made hom panic, he was use to darkness.yes. but not this type of darkness where he could not see anything.

was he dead? he shake his head. no, he couldn't be dead. but how come he was in this place or was it hell? but he didn't do anything bad. ok maybe he lied a few times but it was always a white lie

"he-he-hello" he called out. no answer

"anybody there?" still no answer, his hands were shaking by now as fear grip him

he couldn't be dead, he didn't want to die now.

"no,no please" he whiper to himself

he started moving faster, looking for any source of light and kept praying in his mind for something, anything at all to happen.

just as he was bout to take another step forward a hand grab his shoulder and

his eyes snap open as he shut up from the bed into a sitting position, his breathing laboured and his body trembling

"God, that felt so real" he whisper to himself, trying to control his breathing but he could not he could feel his airway closing up. he git down from the bed and with shaking legs walk to the only table in the room he got there in time before his legs gave way. he held the table for support and grab the inhaler.

After inhaling for sometime, he sit on the floor his back resting on the leg of the table and his breathing turns normal his hair cover half of his face leaving only his nose and mouth visible

"that was close" he mutter to himself as a tear run down his eye and then he pass out.