"I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." John 8:12

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It felt like I was drowning.

But I wasn't drowning in water. No, instead. I was drowning in darkness.

I felt frightened. I felt like I couldn't do anything. I thought I was going to die.

"But you're not," a voice quietly, whispered to me. It was just a whisper, yet it rang inside of me. In all of me. Quiet yet somehow, so loud.

When I heard that voice, the fear in me started going away; little by little. Somehow, that voice calmed me.

But as soon as the fear started leaving, it seemed the darkness became desperate as the fear in me started leaving; the darkness around me, started getting darker. It wasn't just dark ... it was vile. It was horrible; and it was starting to touch my heart.

I was scared, and I screamed inside. I tried to thrash but I couldn't. I was hanging in what seemed like nothing.

The fear that had been leaving just a few minutes ago, came back in waves. Torturing me, frightening me.

A sob broke out from me, and the words that I thought that I would never say, came out. "Help me ... please. Someone, help me," I sobbed out, begging. Begging for someone to hear me, to hear my cry for help.

Then a light suddenly, shot from nowhere, and the light drenched me as I was hanging in the air; helpless.

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A/N: Good day or good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is the second chapter of 'The Cross.' Thank you for taking the time to read this if you are. (: