Author’s note: I tried to work out the kinks from my year-long hiatus with a short essay. I honestly did not intend to write it for the sake of posting something, but I guess this is as good a time as any.
It’s dark.
No, it’s not just dark. Dark doesn’t begin to describe how suffocating this feeling is. I push myself up from something cold and hard, trying to get my bearings.
Where am I? Why is it so dark? This darkness, it’s nearly tangible – weighing me down from the top of my head to my bare toes. My eyes try to adjust to the inky blackness, but I can barely see a few inches beyond my face. I raise up my palms, but see nothing as I frantically wave my hands an inch or two from my eyes. An involuntary shudder crawls up my spine as I try to scream, but it caught as my voice sputters incomprehensively. My throat spasms, choking on the fear threatening to suffocate me to death. I slowly crumple to the floor, tucking my head between my legs, trying to drown-out the overwhelming silence of the void with pitiful words of self-assurance.
I’m okay. I’m okay. Imokimokimok. I’m not afraid. I am ok.
You’re not okay. Who said that you were?
Huh..? Who said that?
Don’t you see what’s happening to you? You’re alone – left to your own devices. Forever doomed to wander around in the dark by yourself.
What? What.. Who is this? Why are you saying this?
Don’t get up. Just stay here. Lie down, accept the bliss. The darkness is your friend.
But, it’s dark. I don’t like it here. I don’t like this feeling, It’s suffocating!
What’s the difference? Out there, nobody sees you. Nobody hears you. No matter how loud you scream, no matter how hard you wave your arms around, nobody ever paid attention. How is this place different from that place over there?
I.. I..
See, it’s okay to be here. It’s okay to be weak. Forget about being strong. Just give in to the darkness and let it all go.
Yes I.. I’m weak. I can’t do this. Nobody is asking me to get up. I guess.. I guess it’s easier for me to just close my eyes and be done with it. Nobody is asking me to do anything. Nobody..
…
…?
I hear a faint voice. It sounded like indistinct chatter from somewhere. Where is that coming from?
..lease..
I unfurled from my position slowly, sitting up on the cold, damp floor. Whatever it was, the voice was slowly becoming clearer, albeit muffled. I can make out a few words here and there, but somehow, it seemed to be inching closer and closer to me.
..Son?
Son? Something, or someone was calling their son. Little by little, I can now identify its tone. It was a female. A female, probably a mother, judging from the way she was calling out for her son.
..Son, I’m sorry..
Sorry? She said she was sorry. What was she sorry for?
..Son, we’re sorry. Please don’t let it be too late.
The voice was becoming more pronounced. I can hear her now. I can hear her voice, and it was sobbing.
“..Son, we’re sorry. I know it might be too late for us to apologize to you. We didn’t mean to leave you alone.” Her voiced hitched as she hiccupped between sobs. “We thought you’d be alright alone. You said you’d be okay, you said you were doing fine. We were stupid to think you’d be fine. We should have known!”
I hear her draw ragged breaths as she tried to continue.
“..I know it’s pointless to say we didn’t know at this time, but I hope you know we didn’t mean to leave you be like this. Please.. just please wake up so we can say we’re sorry! Please.. Please..”
Her voiced collapsed into an unintelligible fit of sobbing and crying as I slowly began to remember. The eyes, those judging eyes. The names. The endless jeering. The empty utility room. The decrepit shack behind the computer building. And worse of all, the pain. Everyday, it seemed like all I had to look forward to was pain.
Yes, now I remember. I gave up. I chose to enter this darkness willingly. What good was it to live a life as entertainment for others? This darkness, though suffocating, will never look at me with such debasing glances. This silence will never whisper demeaning words behind my back. This void is infinitely better.
Yes. Yes, I agree, it’s better here.
It’s better because it’s easy.
Yes, it’s easy. Embrace it. It’s easier to let go, right?
I close my eyes slowly and started to lie back down. I let the cold slowly wash away my fear, and my anxiety. My arm slid from my side as I stretched it away from myself, welcoming the darkness into my embrace. I had nothing to look forward to. Nobody even cared.
Nobody..?
Wait, was there really nobody?
No, that can’t be right. I.. I remember some. There were people who helped. There were people who tried to help.
That kid who stood up when they were punching me for not getting them drinks.
That teacher who tried to ask me what was wrong, but I refused to answer.
My classmate who gave me a little bit of her food when mine was taken away.
I remember. People were willing to help. People knew what I was experiencing, and they tried to reach out. But I refused their help. I closed myself off thinking no one cared enough.
No one cares. Are you confusing pity with concern?
No. I refused help because I thought it was pointless. I thought it was useless to fight for myself. Who cares if its pity or not? The only reason why they pity me is I refused to fight back.
Why fight it? Don’t you think it’s better to give up?
“No, I refuse to give up! My mother loves me. My family loves me. There are people who care!” I gritted my teeth and shouted at the abyss. “I don’t know who you are, but I refuse to listen to someone who is intent on bringing me down. I.. You will not be the one to decide if I stay down or not, that is for me to decide!”
My chest was heaving slowly as I calmed down, breathing deep breaths as recovered from my tirade. It was only then it occurred to me that the voice was not as loud as it was before, and I could clearly hear the echo of my voice when I shouted at the darkness. I moved my hands slowly and was surprised by the faintest outline of my hand in front of my face. The darkness was no longer oppressive, no longer as heavy as before. I wonder what happened?
I slowly stood up. This place will no longer be my prison, I vow. I will escape this pit, no matter what. I had almost forgotten that there were still people who saw my situation and were willing to stretch out their hand to help. I just had to decide for myself to reach out and grab hold.
With that thought, I took my first step forward into the darkness searching for the light.