I Am Trying To Hold On, But I'm Losing It

Bed Of Thorns... The girl walked through a dark tunnel. It is pitch black. She can't even see her hand in front of her face. She starts to feel around to try and get an idea of where she is and how she got there. Her hands touch the wall and it feels so cold. It feels like stone; just empty and hard. She keeps walking and underneath her feet she can feel herself getting pricked. It is at this point that she realizes that she is barefoot. The ground is made of thorns. Every time she takes a step, it hurts more than the last. She is sure she has already started bleeding. The girl keeps walking for what seems like an eternity and she realizes that there is no way out. She is lost, confused, and scared. Her feet feel like they are on ifre and suddenly her legs give out. She is sitting on her bed of thorns and all she can do is listen to her shallow breathing.