Where am I?

Where am I?

I see an endless roof. My chest feels heavy, gasping for air. Am I drenched in sweat? Everything feels moist. Oh. It's blood. Blood and sweat. A glimmer of light sneaks into this void. Can I escape? This is scary. I try to move my blood soaked limbs. I can't. Why is this so hard? My limbs seem to have found the worst moment to revolt against my authority. The walls of the void are closing in. I have to do something about it. Should I scream? Perhaps, it can reach someone's ear. Pride doesn't stand a chance against helplessness. How preposterous. The glimmer of light has disappeared. I suppose, I should have embraced happiness earlier. I don't know where I am, the walls keep closing in and I laugh, fanatically.