Just a writer in its natural habitat (On Hold)

Story (2)

I've decided that I'm not going to continue the other story, but if you would like me to I will.
Warnings: shocking, pain, gore, panic attacks, ect.
If you are uncomfortable with any of these topics please don't read this.
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Screams and cries fill my ears as my eyes slowly start to droop open.

"W-where...am I?" My voice comes out as a chocked whisper as my eyes lazily search the room I'm in. The walls are a plain grey color, while the floor is a pure white color that kinda hurts your eyes to look at. I reach out in front of me grasping a small handrail that's on the wall.

As soon as my hand makes contact with the cool metal a great pain erupts through my body paralyzing me momentarily. Screams and shouts bounce off the walls as I desperately try to pull my hand away from the metal rail.
"Pop." My Hand finally breaks away from the rail making a gruesome sound as it pulls away. Tears start to pool in my eyes and slowly spill out onto the padded floor. It hurt, a lot, and my body didn't know how to react to the sensation. It was over as soon as it started, but that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt like hell. I'm not sure how to describe it, but it felt as though the life was being sucked out of my body then violently slammed back in, in the most painful way possible.

"What a nice way to start my day.... or night." My dry throat refuses to give more than a whisper as I awkwardly laugh trying to stop my body from shaking. Slowly I turn my head to get a better look at the room being careful not to touch anything this time.

A small window rests on the wall opposite of me with small rays of light shining through it.
'I guess that means that it's day' I think continuing to look around for something to get me out. 'What even is this place.... how was I brought here?' I allow my thoughts to run rampant as my eyes scour every inch of the room I'm being held captive in.

"Alright...." I grunt getting up, my right arm holding my left to keep it from twitching. "What's the last thing that I remember?" A small pain races through my body as I stand causing me to give out a tiny yelp of surprise. 'The last thing I remember is..........' I feel my eyes grow wider and my skin start to pale as I realize that 'I don't remember anything... not my name, my family, how I got here, or even how I look. I don't know a single thing about myself.' I fall back to the ground ,wincing as my arm makes contact with the semi soft floor, my breath picking up it pace rapidly and coming out in gasps. Softly a small cry escapes my mouth as tears start to well up in my eyes once more.

"I-I don't....I c-ca-n't." My mind keeps going in circles as my sobs start to grow louder until eventually all that I can hear is them bouncing around my ears and fogging up my brain.

"Hey.... are you alright?"

My head snaps up as my eyes are met with a light hazel pair of eyes staring back at me.

"I........ do you know where I am, Or who I am?" I cautiously whisper to the stranger as i slowly start to sit up and wipe my face with the edges of my sleeve.

"Oh... I thought you would know." they whisper as a solemn look crosses their face. "Well, my name is Lenol, I believe that you said don't know your name, and I'm a 16 year old male."

"Well, hello Lenol. I hate to ask, but how did you get here, I didn't see you earlier."

"How I got here, Well I believe that someone threw me through the door right there." He pointed over to a faint outline of a door with a rail type handle, the same one that I had gotten shocked by. "I do have to warn you, That the handle on the door is electrified, so you probably shouldn't touch it."

I give a small laugh "Yeah I noticed." I chuckled as I motioned to my arm.

"oh my goodness are you alright?"