A Cursed Darkness.

When the lights dimmed I sat in complete silence for a couple of moments, and as the lock clinked into place, I felt my heart slowly sink. I knew now I wasn't going to be going home tonight.. This was really not what I'd planned.. But then again, had I honestly thought any of this through? No, I hadn't, I just knew that Danny was in trouble and I had to get him out of it. Which I guess in a weird sort of notion, I did.. He's out there now someplace.. But I'll stop myself before I go off into my thoughts, and start from the beginning here.

This was supposed to be a simple mission, get Tanner, and get the hell out. But my bad luck, it didn't go that way, and I shouldn't really have expected it to. I should have known James would have been lurking with some kind of evil plot, should have seen it coming. Those pills, they weren't fair you know, there was no way I would have been able to tell which was which.Right now, I feel like a big, fat failure, I had the chance to get both of us out, safe and sound, and I couldn't do it. What good is that huh? But at least Danny got out..

I don't like it here, I want to get out and get home. So after a little while, I stood shakily, fumbling my way blindly in the dark towards the door. I knew it was locked, but maybe, just maybe I could get it undone, not that I'd get very far, I can't even see my cane, its too dark. I backed up a couple of steps and launched myself at the door, it shook vaguely, and I shook hard, not good. I hit it again, and only managed to jarr my shoulder, which hurts now. It was a stupid idea anyways, I'm not physically strong enough to break down a door, not right now anyway. I'm not sure what time it is, and all I know is that's still dark, I don't even know how long I've been in here now, I stopped counting the hours sometime ago.

I really, really want to sleep, but I just can't, the drugs in my system are still bouncing around like Tigger on acid, there are shapes, and faces hanging infront of my eyes, and the weirdest, often scary hullicination's. Geez, this is even worse than last time, I can't concentrait on anything, not even trying to get my mind off things.. I'm half tempted to run at the door again and just knock myself out, wouldn't that be easier? Who am I even talking to anyways? Myself probably.. It wouldn't be the first time I've done it.. You just never usually answer yourself..  "Shut up you!" Oh wait.. I'm doing it again.. Ugh.. I can't take much more of this..

I think I got fed at some point during the night (was it night now? I honestly didn't know, it was dark the whole time, always dark.) But its not like I'm going to touch it, they've probably poisioned it or something.. At the moment, I'm having a really, really nasty come down from the drugs, James didn't mention this part did he? Noo, he conveniently forgot. Bastard. I feel physically sick, my head's pounding, and it feels like someone shoved sandpaper down my throat. Talk about your uppers and downers, this is a real downer right here.. I want a hug.. Which turns my thoughts back to Danny.. I'm praying he's okay, that he managed to get away, and get home. I mean surely I'd feel something if he was... I can't even bring myself to think it, let alone say it out loud. No, I know he's still out there somewhere, and he's going to come and get me, and take me home.. Right? "Right." I said aloud to the darkened room, but the thought of not knowing what happened to him, what's going to happen to me? Its driving me crazy...

When I felt a little better I had a fumble around in the dark, feeling about on that table, I know someone, stupidly had left that gun in here with me.. Maybe they'd ment to, but what am I going to do, blow my own brains out or something? The thought did cross my mind when I was coming down, I thought surely death couldn't be much worse than this, but I'd quickly pushed that thought away, and weather I was 'supposed' to or not, I took the gun and stashed in my pocket.. With that  I'd crawled under the table, my leg hurt.. All of me hurt, my brain was tired, and I felt beaten almost, mentally at least, no one had really laid a finger on me, hitting wise.. And I wondered why?

I'm really sleepy now, I don't think I can stay awake much longer. I can still smell Danny on the shirt I'm wearing, its his after all, and that small comfort was enough to let me settle, despite my own fears. If I didn't sleep things would be worse. Sighing, I let my eyes flutter shut slowly, they were probably dull and dark in color right now but soon darkness came once more.. Why is there never any light in the dark? Why can't I see it? I'm supposed to be able to see the future, and all I can see is darkness...