chapter 4: Chris's claustrophobia

The walls were too close for comfort. Breathing became a difficult task. A headache started to form as my blood pressure sky rocketed. This was not good.
"Where the fuck am I?" I hollared. I ran a hand through my hair and then rummaged through my jean pockets looking for a pack of cigerettes. They were empty. Growling I began to pace. I felt trapped. No windows, and concrete walls. I was probably underground. Shit.
"Helloooooo????" Running my hand through my hair again, wishing I had a cigerrette. The chains at my ankles were like fire. I winced every time the clanged...son of a bitch, demetri was in deep shit, and now he had dragged me out into it. I preferred the back of the mind. There was infinite room in there.
The real world sucked in comaprison, walls everywhere, everything trying to trap and suffocate you.
I started to hyperventilate.
"Someone answer meeeeeeee!" My voice anceremoniously cracked. My vision was getting blurry, legs shaking. I heard the door open and immediately the urge to escape caused me to run forward. I tripped and fell hard as the chains constricted my movement.
"What in god's name do you want?!" A tall burly man roared. His entire body seemed to take up the room, and I began to choke. No oxygen...breathe chris breatheeeeee......
"Can I have a cigerette?" No point in trying to argue freedom.
The man stared at me increnduously, and called back to someone in the hallway, "hey! Can we let him have a cigerette, it's a new personality, maybe we can get him to talk!"
An incoherent holler echoed back. The man nodded at me and I sat up relieved. He handed me the cigerette and then tossed me the lighter. I flicked it open, lit, and wheezed in a shaky huff of the glorious nicotine. My mind cleared a little.
I grabbed the lighter again, and lit the man's pants on fire. He didn't notice at first, and as he was destracted, I grabbed his leg and pulled it out from under him. He fell hard and I grabbed the keys at his waste.
Oh the freedom! I attached the shackles to the key keeper, "see how you like it..." Peering out of the doorway, I noticed the hallway was clear, but there was a concave section coming up. That's where the other man must be.
Running like a dernage animal, I flew into the concave section, where the other man was sitting. He was short and balding. His face was of utter bewilderment as I punched him as hard as I could in the face. His bones crunched underneath the force and he crumpled to the floor. I ran up a flight of stairs. I could almost feel the fresh air that would await me. The cluastrophobia was being replaced with euphoria.
A door. Turning the knob it revealed yet another hallway. My hopes weren't dashed yet though. Ground level couldn't be much farther up. Another staircase, another door, another hallway. Another satircase, another door another hallway.
This went on another four times. "What the fuck!" I screamed. Panic started to rise. What kind of sick joke was this? I kept running and running but I didn't make any headway. Breathing became hard again. My footsteps slowed. I had to lean against the wall for support. I took another drag of the cigerette I miraculously still had. Something seemed to click in the back of my head, but claustrophobia overpowered the sanity.
I fell to the ground and pulled out the lighter, "Distractions, distract yourself chris, don't think." I flicked it on and started to burn my skin. I could see the scars from the cut marks from earlier days. I didn't care. Pain was better than thinking. It was almost soothing. Slumping against the wall, my mind began to get numb, sluggish. I stopped thinking, living only in the release of the fire.