Sorry if its not the best, I've never written anything God had to do with...so, it was a little out of my comfort zone. Hope you still enjoy!
- Irish
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I opened my eyes as the sound of moaning woke me. That large, open, green field faded into my dark, suffocating cell.
Someone else was sick and facing the end. I sighed and closed my eyes again, hoping to fall back asleep; to escape once more into my dreams.
As time passed and sleep wouldn’t come, I opened my eyes to the complete darkness of my cell.
Water could be heard dripping off in the distance somewhere. I licked my chapped lips and swallowed, wincing at it slipped down my dry, raw throat. I was so thirsty. I squeezed my eyes shut and shuddered a breath.
We’d been in here for what felt like years. I’d seen many people come, and starve or become sick and die. My friends had perished long before now and I had grown accustomed to sheltering myself away from the newer prisoners. The more friends you made, the more grief you felt when they were gone, and the more energy you needed to waste on feeling sorry for them and for yourself.
I opened my eyes and waited as they grew accustomed to the darkness. There was someone in my cell, curled up in the middle of the floor. They were the one moaning. Another reason sheltering myself was so vital; protecting myself, not from just pain and grief, but from disease.
The person broke into a fit of coughing and gasped for air. A faint light came down the hall and I winced and curled into a ball, shielding myself from the brightness.
“Shut it, scum!” A guard with a torch barked. The person continued to cough despite the warning. The guard frowned and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small hand gun.
A shot rang through the cell and I shifted slightly at the cold, sudden silence. I looked at the suddenly still body. Another was gone.
The guard looked up at me; his face was hidden by a shadow. “Nasty rats, the lot of you! It’s a wonder we’re only starting to clean out the prisons now.”
My eyes widened and my chapped lips parted to try to form words, but I found I’d forgotten how to speak. The guard nodded.
“It’s about time too, the only one who’s survived from the start is you and you’ve long overstayed! Say goodbye to your precious little life here, bitch. Because by midnight tonight, it will be gone.”
He spit at me, began to laugh bitterly, and strolled away. I stared at the spot he had been standing in, trembling. Even as the spit landed on my cheek, I found couldn’t move.
Everything. Everything I’d fought for, that far sense of freedom, that constant hardness that kept fear and hopelessness from consuming me, the life I’d feared so much to lose and fought so hard to keep… was going to be taken from me.
I curled into myself and felt tears pricking my eyes. That field from my dreams would never become reality and there was nothing I could do to help myself.
No, there had to be something I could do. Something to save myself.
Suddenly, a voice rang in my head. It was far off and soft but somehow, the words rang clear.
It’s never too late to turn to Him, child. No matter how far away and afraid you are, if you clasp your hands and call to Him, God will come to your aid.
I frowned and looked down at my hands. The sickly pale hands lay limp as I watched them. Slowly, I lifted them and clasped them together, pressing them to my forehead.
With all I had left, I prayed.
I prayed that they would somehow find it in their hearts to spare me or set me free. I prayed that one day I would be free of this place and the pain and fright they’ve caused me.
But most of all, I prayed to finally find that field. That field that I dreamt about so often, where I could run free.
I opened my eyes and stared at my clasped hands.
A light suddenly began to shine and I froze. Where they coming to kill me already?
The light did not come closer, but grew brighter and brighter until I had to shut my eyes again.
That’s when it all changed.
The air no longer felt cold and stuffy. It was warm and fresh. The ground beneath me was no longer hard and dry. But soft and wet.
Dumbfounded, I opened my eyes and gasped.
All around me was green. Shaking, I slowly stood up and looked around. Had I fallen asleep again? I pinched myself. Nothing happened.
I looked up at the sky. The endless, clear blue stretched out over me, cloudless and perfect.
What had happened?
Suddenly a warm breeze flowed in and washed over me. I closed my eyes.
You’ve done well. A voice said. My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t dare open my eyes.
You’ve suffered through enough, child. But the chasm isn’t fixed yet. You must fight these people and keep others from befalling your fate.
I swallowed again and couldn’t help but wince again at how raw my throat was and how much I needed water.
Suddenly the breeze wafted over me again. I gasped as I found my thirst seemed to suddenly be quenched, and how my throat, when I swallowed, was no longer painful.
Go and help those in need, my child. Save them as I saved you.
Despite the fear I felt when I thought about going back there, I nodded. He had saved my life; just as that voice had said, He had saved me when I called Him.
I opened my eyes and found myself in front of a prison. No doubt my prison.
Suddenly, I began to shake. No, I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t going to do it. As I turned to run, the breeze hit me.
I stopped and looked to the ground as it flowed over it slowly. No. I could do it.
This chasm isn’t fixed yet.
