I
wake up and I am in a dark room. I know that I am indoors because of the overwhelming
sense of being trapped. It is cold in the dark room. I know that I can’t get
out, but I could at least try to find a light switch. So I walk and walk and
try to find a wall, but here doesn’t seem to be any. So I decide to run in a
direction. I ran until I couldn’t run anymore, then I collapsed.
I
lay there until I heard a noise. I closed my eyes and rolled into a ball. It was
here to kill me, I may as well make it easy. I lay there for what felt like
hours in a cradle position shivering. I am not a religious person, I knew there
was no god, or savior that was going to help me. Then I opened my eyes. I saw a
light, not any specific entity, just a light. God? I thought to myself.
Then
the light came closer. The light slowly inched its way towards me. I lay there
completely surrendering myself to this force. I hope that this is my savior, but
I know better than that. I knew there was no goodness for me there. The cold
began to intensify I saw that my fingers were purple. I curl in tighter, when
the light began to touch me. The light began to choke the life out of me, and I
lay there, unable to fight. Until it took the last of what I had, and then I wake
up.

Wow--we think of light as having the power to save, as did your narrator, and then you use it to choke out life. Great twist.
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