Short Fiction (4/100): Dark

It's dark here. It's warm. It's safe. I know all this because I can sense it, as much as you can sense anything. Everything in you shouting the truth of this. It's dark. It's warm. It's safe. And though there's nobody in here with me i know i am not alone. I know this like I know anything. It's so evident that it would be insane to question it. And though some of you find the dark frightening, I understand, but I can't see why. There's nothing frightening in here beyond the fact we can't know every little detail about it. And that's okay. There's no monsters in here with me. I know that I'm safe from anything like that, as long as I'm here, in the darkness, in the warm.
At least, that's how things have been, but today has been... strange. Earlier today, something broke beneath me and things flowed past me, and the world around me began to move. The movements come quicker and quicker now, and what was once a perfect, dark, safe place to... something stranger. I don't like the change. Change has never been needed before. It was perfection. So, why am I being forced out? Why am I moving towards the exit that appeared, the way out i never wanted...
Hours, it took, agonizing hours as the walls forced me out and crushed against my sides and screams, familiar screams filled my ears... and suddenly, there was light, and a man in white took me into his arms. I was cold, and wet, and confused, and I knew I wasn't safe anymore. And I was certainly right about that, because he struck me. And as that first bit of pain coursed through me, the light blinding my eyes... that's where everything went downhill.