The Whisperer Chapter 1- Awakening I opened my eyes to an eerie darkness. The air was thick and heavy. My eyes were blurry. As fore I did not have my thick lensed glasses that I have worn since I was 11. I tried to sit up but my head hurt, a piercing pain yet not a headache. I felt my head and found a sticky residue. Blood. I was on my back and I was stuck in an darkness that I didn't know what was lurking inside it. I tipped my head up a little bit. Squinting into a faded double light. I didn't know what it was but I sure was gonna make my way for it. I rolled onto stomach and managed to turn my self round. Snap. "Well at least I found my glasses" I muttered to myself "Well Done...." I scooted myself forward along the cold, hard ground yet I didn't know how I was gonna get through and not miss a thing without my glasses. I picked up the two parts of my glasses and held them tightly in my hand. I pulled myself along and shook myself a little. I felt something on my back feeling on my back I found I had my backpack on. If so. It had my phone in it. Therefore I could call for help. Therefore I could actually get out of this mess. As I pulled myself along, I thought to myself a few vital questions that needed to be answered. How did I get here? If I'm in a t-shirt and leggings with a pair of shabby sneakers on my feet. How am I in a cave? I pulled myself along some more gripping onto the ground with my fingers. I was sure enough pulling myself along good because I was moving and I still had my glasses (somewhat) in my hands. At this point something had got into my eye and was hastily resting upon its white and brown surface. I needed to get it out. Because as you may of guessed it was extremely annoying me. I flicked my hand up and wiped my eye flicking the piece of what ever it was out of my eyeball. In this moment of weirdness in touching my eyeball I had dropped my glasses. I fumbled around for them. I touched something. It was bumpy, rough and corse. It didn't feel real. It didn't feel human. I rubbed it. I felt long spindly things that felt like wires. I reached my hand away as I felt these wires in close around my own tanned outstretched hand. Believe me whatever I touched wasn't my glasses....