Roseline Angelina Black.
Darkness surrounds me, not a flicker of light in sight. The air is moist and heavy ; suffocating me. I pant harshly, my lungs feeling like they're made of lead. I can't see anything, it's too dark almost like I'm underground.
"Roseline!" I hear a seemingly familiar voice call from a distance.
I try to respond , try to move my limbs but my throat is closed up by the pressure of the humid air and my body is unresponsive to my brain.
"Roseline! Baby, where are you?" The voice is deep, laden with desperation. I hear footsteps above me , heavy and frenzied like someone running to find something.
I'm here.
I can't talk as breathing becomes difficult and I start choking. Soft notes of piano fills the air , drowning the familiar voice that calls out to me repeatedl
