You woke up groggy in a basement that seemed to be dark and bloody. You could smell the rancid smell of rot and blood. By the looks at it you're also tied up. "H-hello!?" You called out,hoping to some one hoping to be heard by a savior. After you called out for help,you then heard footsteps coming towards the room you were in. Fear began flooding your senses and you needed to find a way to hide and escape. It was a struggle getting up and trying to find a hiding spot to scramble in,but you managed to find one. You crouched down behind a wood plank and bit your lips Incase if you accidentally made noise. You then heard the door open. You heard footsteps leading to the place you were originally sitting. From the sounds of it,your kidnapper is a boy. He called out to you, "(your name)? Where are you?" He said with a tone of excitement and irritation. You closed your eyes shut and bit your lip even harder,drawing a little blood. So it appeared he also knew your name. "(Your name) if you don't come out I might just have to find you and kill you.." your eyes shot open hearing this. You didn't wanna die. Hearing his warning you slowly rises from behind the plank,looking him in the eyes. He walked over to you, "ahh there you are (your name) I was thinking you would be a little brat and hide from me!" He said in an excited tone. "W-who are you..?" You said,hoping for an answer. "Oh? Well you don't need to know that my dear. Hm do me a favor and PASS OUT ALREADY!" In a form of rage,he punched you right in the head and knocked you out. It seems as if he has anger issues and perchance a bipolar disorder..hmm. About an hour or two later you woke up to be in a room that was white. The walls were a type of white you'd see In mental asylums. If you weren't in a position to be scared right now maybe you could decorated it. It also seems you're lying on a bed. The sheets,covers,and pillow cases are a type of white. You look beside you to see a cute little plushie. You stand up from your bed,you groan a little as you rub your jaw. It's sore. If you had a mirror it would probably be bruised. The room you were in was pretty big and fitting. Looking in front of you,you saw a white door. You quickly ran to the door and opened it. You flee'd from the room and ran down a hallway. It seemed to be a mansion you were in. It seemed the hall way was just a part of your mind. Because everywhere you turned,it all looked the same. Your brain couldn't take it anymore. You flopped to the floor and began sobbing your oh so,pretty head off. You wepted and kept crying. Your mother would be disappointed with you. Wouldn't she? She didn't raise a crybaby. Toughen up already. Crying won't help you. So get up.
