Prompt: "Write about someone keeping track of time with tally marks on a wall — until one day they discover that all the marks are gone."
The chalk was smooth, almost a perfect cylinder as he fiddled with it in his hand. Liam was trapped in a cave for years. He couldn’t remember how he got there, all he knew was that one night he was asleep in his bed and when he woke, he was in a luminous cave. Many days or was it nights, he would wander around trying to find an escape but couldn’t. No entrance or exit but a blue glowing wall that seemed to follow him everywhere, along with a small pond that gave him a glimpse into the outside world. He’d jump into it but he would make only a splash, the water barely covering his toes. Every time he woke up he would tally the wall, 6,498 days, but despite all the time that has passed, he never aged - 16 years old forever.
One day he heard an irritating scraping sound against the ground. Slowly but surely it grew closer as the sound became deafening. Liam’s skin grew cold as death stood before him, his scythe blade on the floor, “You have wasted much time. Your existence is almost as wretched as mine.” Liam’s cheeks flushed hot, “I don’t know how I got here!” Death grabbed his throat, “Silence human!” Liam’s eyes filled with fear as he peered into Death’s empty eye sockets, only two red lights pierced through him. “I brought you here for a reason,” Death released his grip on Liam and pointed to the puddle, “Look into it.” Liam looked and saw his mother giving birth to him, his father by his mothers side, both of them filled with relief and happiness. “Every birth on this earth is significant, but you humans treat this life like it’s nothing.”