sick.

      I was sick- sick unto death with that long agony; and when  
 
they length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that  
 
my senses were leaving me. The sickness that it gave me was  
 
unbearable. I couldn’t believe that whatever was happening, that  
 
it was me it was me it was happening to. It felt like a dream. I  
 
struggled to run but whoever was there wouldn’t let me. It was  
 
dark, but just enough light came from what seemed to be a  
 
gunshot whole in the roof, allowed me to see part of my  
 
surroundings, I felt a strange feeling; like I was lightheaded.  
 
My eye sight was going. I once could smell wet burnt wood, as  
 
if I was in an old a banded ware house that had been engulfed  
 
inflames years ago, but soon enough the smell faded with my eye  
 
sight. I’m counting on my hearing to keep me in tough with what  
 
was happening around me, but the soft wind blowing threw the  
 
leaves on a tree, was all I could hear.