What Were You Thinking, Edgar?

There was a faint voice that could be heard and then another and another. Soon the faint voices escalated into nearby yells and screams. It sounded like fights were breaking out and people running by. Could this be the French Army here to save me and any others who may be held prisoner? Surely it must be and I look up to see an outstretched hand reaching toward me. I reach up to grab the hand and as my hand reaches my rescuer's hand I feel nothing. I look again and the hand is gone. As I sit in silence I realize there is no noise, no talking, and surely no screams or fighting. Everything is black! Everything is black, always has been black and always will be black. I am sick of the black! I quickly get up and walk to the edge of the pit and without a second thought I dive in. I dive into the blackness to forever remain in the blackness that I hate.