Kept In Captivity

1~ Locked In (v1)

Awake.
Unaware.

That's how I felt when my lights randomly turned on. It wasn't an unusual occurrence. The past two years in this room have been, well, all I've ever known. Technically, that's a lie. 

My first memory was two years ago to the day. I know I had a life before. I'm 14 for Christ's sake. I wasn't born 12. I had a life. I know I did. I... I just can't remember it. There is a reason.

When I woke up in this room for the first time, there was a note. It said:
"Hello, Luna. I know you may be scared, but you are safe. You and your parents were in a car crash. They didn't make it. You were lucky enough to survive. The doctors say that you will lose your memories of this traumatic experience and possibly your entire life. It has been two days since the crash, in which you have been in a slight coma. The doctors say you are expected to wake up in about a week. I hope we don't have to wait that long. When you wake up, you will live with me and 'Aunt' Kassy. We are excited to have you as our "daughter." I don't know how you are feeling and I won't pretend to know either. A little 8-year-old should never have to endure this trauma and this hurt.
~'Uncle' Jeff
2/28/16"

When I read this, I was devastated. But something didn't feel right. I didn't feel safe or like I was 8. That's when I looked at the digital clock that was next to the bed I woke up on. It said it was 2/28/21. I had been in a coma for five years and two days... My parents have been dead for five years and two days... When that sunk in, so did I. I felt my knees give out and I fell to the carpeted floor.

Now it is February 28th, 2023. I've had no contact with anyone for 2 years. My only source of entertainment is books and a horrible antenna. You'd think that I would have read all of the books by now, but that would be impossible. My room looked like a refurbished study. The walls were lined with bookshelves that were packed to the brim with books. Most of them are thick, dusty, and old.

There must be over five thousand books in this room. After two years, I've only gone through about one-thousand five-hundred sixty-eight of the smaller books. All of the other ones are bigger than the biggest Harry Potter book, which I've read about 6 times.

I have all of the life necessities, a bathroom, a closet, food, and water. I know what you are thinking:
"If she hasn't been out of that room then how does she get fresh food and water? Shouldn't it all be expired?"

Every 2 days, when I wake up, there is food and water at the door. This means there is someone who knows who I am, what my past is, and most importantly, why I'm stuck in this room. I need to find a way out...

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Yes, I know that this is a relatively short chapter, but I'm doing school and life along with attempting to be a writer so it's difficult to write long chapters. I PROMISE that they won't all be like this.

See you next chapter! ❤️