The Only Way Out [BTS FF]

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Aalia's Perspective:

My eyes open.

Everything is dark except for the white strip of light that runs along the floor. Behind the light is a mirror.

As I look into it and see the two rows of people sitting down, all of which I've never seen before, I realise that I'm trapped.

My wrists are trapped on the arms of my chair and so are my thighs and ankles. Panicked and shocked, I move my arms around in the hopes that I'll magically be freed but nothing happens.

What the fuck is happenin—

"Where the fuck am I...?" I hear someone else mutter.

Then they begin to shout, "LET ME GO! WHOEVER THE FUCK PUT ME IN HERE LET ME GO!"

I look up into the mirror and another guy, on the same row as me but on the very end, wiggles around in his chair with a frown plastered on his face as he shouts.

He wears black shorts and a t-shirt and his dark, long wavy hair moves about in front of his face as he struggles in his seat.

"Can you stop?" Another guy next to him asks with a tired sigh.

The first guy turns to him and gives him a confused frown before replying, "No! Whoever put me here needs to let me leave. I've got somewhere to be."

"I'm sure we've all got places to be. So you're not any different from anyone else here."

The dark-haired guy frowns.

"Listen, all I'm saying is that panicking won't get us anywhere."

"How can you be so calm about this?"

He doesn't reply and instead turns his head to look at the mirror.

More people begin to open their eyes now. Some people mutter. Some raise their voices.

I close my eyes again and grip the end of the chair arm. My breathing becomes heavy at the mix of noises all around me. It reminds me of that day, and that same wave of guilt washes over me again.