From The Inside Out

Chapter 1: Trapped

A teenage girl was laying down on a flimsy bed that had unidentifiable stains on the mattress.  That very girl moaned in her unconscious state with her eyebrows furrowed, before slowly opening up her eyes and regaining consciousness.

The moment she wakes up, she sits up. Though she winces in pain from the bloody cut on her forehead.

As she looked around the small room that resembled a tiny jail cell, she quickly remembered what had happened to her. The floor, the walls, and the ceiling were all made of stone. That very room was excruciatingly dirty with bugs breeding in the corners, stains everywhere, and an unidentifiable smell accompanied with it.

With no blankets on the bed, the girl had no way of covering her naked body that was layered in dirt and grime. "Jack?" She muttered from her quaking lips, as she moved her legs off of the bed. Her uncovered feet made contact with the cold floors of the room she was in, and she slowly made her way to the metal door that looked indestructible.

Desperately trying to open the door, her panic only increases. She begins to whimper and sniffle as tears started to trickle from her eyes. "Jack?!" She screamed once. The next moment she was pounding against the metal door, in a desperate attempt to break free from the suffocating hellhole. That pounding echoed inside of the miniature room. But even she knew it was pointless.

Once she realized her attempts at setting herself free were futile, she stopped. The echos from her hand banging against the metal had decreased, which brought in another sound from within the room. The squeaks and hisses of a couple rats in the corner of her room.

Once she turned her head and identified the sound, she screamed in fear and terror.  In defense, she curled herself up into a ball, in the corner farthest away from the rats.

In the room right beside her, a teenage boy laid unconscious on the bed as well. The room and bed was exactly the same as the one the teenage girl laid inside of. Dirty, smelly, and dreadful.

As the naked teenage boy heard the cries of the girl in the room beside him, he also started to regain consciousness. Once he did, the confusion and fear struck him like lightning. "Katie?" He mumbled as he tried sitting up, despite his disoriented state.

Once he called that name, the girl in the room beside him had controlled her tears. She began breathing more heavily from just a bit of relief that washed over her. So she got up from the corner, and rushed to the wall that she heard her name called from. "Jack?!" She called out once more, this time with a fraction of relief.

Jack slowly got up from his bed. His disoriented state became quite noticeable as he stumbled over his own two feet just to get to a wall that was only a few feet away from him. "I'm here. I'm here baby." He reassured. Moving her forehead against the wall, Katie began to cry silently with her hands also pressed up against the stained wall.

"Hey, it's alright. We're gonna be okay. We just need to assess the situation we're in, and we'll be okay. Trust me." Trying his best to reassure her and keep her composed, Jack wishes that he could physically be there to comfort her. Though they were separated by such a thick stone wall. Even their voices sounded muffled to the other.

As Jacks hears Katies crying and attempts to compose herself, he begins looking down as if he's feeling guilty. "I'm sorry Kate." He apologized softly, with a cracked voice that held the feelings of pain behind it.

Realizing that getting out of this situation is more important, Jack began searching around the room for any way out. He tried opening the door and banging against it, and pressing up against the walls for any weak points. "The door needs a key..look for a key in your room." Katie instructed as she pulled the mattress from off the metal bed frame. Afterwards Jack did the same.

Though the two of them were met with defeat, when they didn't find anything.

Jack then got on his hands and knees to look under the bed. Realizing he might've found something, he squinted his eyes to observe closer. "I think I found something hold on." He said to Katie, before moving the bed away from the wall. Once he did, his eyes widened with shock.

"Jack?" Katie called out, because of Jacks current silence. "There's a hole.." Jack revealed. There was a deep hole that lead to who knows where behind the bed frame.

"A hole?" Katie  questioned with confusion, while leaning back up against the wall to hear Jack clearer. "You're not thinking about going through it are you?" She questioned.

Jack continued to stare straight through the dark hole. With his heart rate speeding up, and sweat trickling down from his forehead, his nerves were apparent. "We don't have any other choice-" Jack responded, until he was interrupted from a sudden noise behind him.

Jack swiftly turned his head to the metal door, as that's where he heard the sounds coming from. Fear struck his heart, as the sound of rattling keys grew from on the other side of the door.  "Jack-?" Katie called out once more, until she was interrupted by the same thing that Jack was interrupted with.

In defense, Katie backed up against the wall, away from the door. Her eyes began scanning around the room for anyway to get out or hide, except there was nothing. "Fuck. Shit!" Katie screamed in desperation. "Get away!!" Katie screeched to the top of her lungs.

Then, both doors opened.