She awoke suddenly, the traces of a nightmare still lingering. She sat up, and immediately grabbed her head. There was a screaming pain running from the back of her head down her spine. She felt a goose egg sized bump near her forehead, and realized she had no idea where she was. She tasted blood.
It was dark – nighttime? No. She began to slowly understand that she wasn’t in her own home. Where was she? She tried to stand, and realized she was on the floor. A matress on the floor in a completely black room. Maybe the nightmare was real.
She tried to feel around, and her hands struck a wall in front of her. She ran her hands along the wall and realized it was cinderblock or something similar. No windows anywhere. No carpet underneath her feet, only cement. Within just a few feet, she met the corner of two walls. She continued to feel her way around the room, and determined it wasn’t even a room. It was more like an oversized closet.
She started around again, panicking and realizing that she couldn’t find a door and there was nothing else in the room.
The clothes she had on were torn and wet. From her own sweat? Or was it blood? Water? She tried to smell her blouse, but couldn’t detect any odor.
She called out a loud hello, with no response. Banging on the walls would be useless. She screamed a terrified HELP, and was not surprised by no response.
Bits and pieces of the nightmare were coming back to her in glimpses as quick as the blink of an eye. A man. A stranger? Her running. Her cell phone falling from her hand as she tried to dial 911.
Oh my god, this is real, she thought.
And what scared her more than being in a pitch black room in an unknown place, was the fact that there was nothing left to do but wait.
I wrote this for Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop for Prompt #5: Write a blog post inspired by the word: wait. But there’s more to this story than that. This past weekend while we were barbecuing at my mom and dad’s house, I was under the palapa in their backyard. I was standing underneath a ceiling fan that fell and hit me! It left a huge bump and bruise in my hairline on my forehead. That bump and the word wait actually inspired this very short piece of fiction.