Voices
Darkness enveloped her.
It was always dark here, no matter how many times she blinked. Her eyes never adjusted, and all she could perceive were the sounds. Clicks, buzzes, and whirs of all kinds seemed to go off all around her, but she could never find the source, even as she walked around in the endless void. It seemed as if time had stopped here and the only constant was the fact that there was nothing to touch, nothing to hold, nothing to feel. Only herself and the never ending darkness.
“Search. Find us.” These were the pleas she heard in the darkness, during the brief respites from the noises that plagued her no matter where she ran. “Save us, help us.” These voices pleaded for help, and yet tortured her all the same, as she could never find their sources either. Nothing but her hair, her skin and the air she expelled from her lungs were tangible.
It drove her mad.
It drove her to the brink of insanity, screaming until she could scream no more, until her throat was sore and her lungs ached. It seemed like a waste, to yell when no one could hear her. To plead for help until she too joined the invisible chorus of voices of the dark, distant and yet near, present and yet far, far away. It was useless, an act of pure mental defeat.
And yet, she still screamed.
Because, if she didn’t, then she could never say she tried.
But who would she say it to?
