The Choice - Ben

Ben couldn’t really remember how he’d gotten there, or where here even was. His vision was blurry and senses muddled, so much so that he hadn’t noticed the dirt smeared into his coat or the clumps of mud that tugged at his skin. He was filthy, his usual pale coat an ugly brown, like he’d been writhing. The only thing he could think of was how annoyed he was, the constant drip drip drip of water made his muscles twitch.

“Leave me alone!” He reeled around, stumbling as he screeched at the empty air and sent spittle flying, this anger was not his own and yet it was all consuming. From the inside out. His hoarse voice bounced off the stone walls of the cave, drowning out the faint sound of flowing water.