Trapped

Chapter 3

I started to hyperventilate, knowing what lay ahead was even worse than I imagined. I have always struggled with doing nothing. I get fidgety when I don't have anything to do.

I need some kind of stimulus, whether it is a fidget spinner, a video game, or even some gum to chew and pop obnoxiously.

I knew I would go crazy if I didn't have a single thing to stimulate my senses. And now, I was about to spend the rest of my life in a space devoid of life.

I have watched videos on solitary confinement and would feel unnerved, seeing a very violent offender rendered to a complete vegetable after spending just a day in it. If ruthless murders couldn't do it, I knew I couldn't either.

The door slowly opened, as if expecting me.

I tried to the best of my ability to resist the pull my legs had towards entering the room.

I yelled, squirmed, but it was no use; the spell Simba put on my limbs were too strong. I entered the room and noticed it was roughly 500 square feet, with white padding covering the entire room. And no windows.

I started sweating and made a final attempt to dash out of the room.

No luck.

I yelled, squirmed, but it was no use; the spell Simba put on my limbs were too strong. I entered the room and noticed it was roughly 500 square feet, with white padding covering the entire room. And no windows.

I started sweating and made a final attempt to dash out of the room.

No luck.

The moment the door swung shut, I got full control of my limbs back.

I flexed my legs and arms in relief, only for it to be replaced with a growing fear, knowing I had a lot more to fret about than having control of my limbs.

It was terrible.

It was only a few minutes, and I was feeling panic slowly spreading in me.

The lights were a harsh white color and blinding.

"Think Coy, think!" I muttered out loud.

I paced back and forth until something clicked.

I had a temporary escape from this hell-hole, and that was through sleep.

If I could manage a consistent amount of sleep and keep a structured schedule, I just might be able to stay sane.

I felt some hope.

The real challenge now was how to keep track of time and to fall to sleep.

I decided now was the best time to get in shape, and get the lean body I always desired.

I stretched my arms and legs, and then proceeded to do some jumping jacks.

As I completed my 10th rep, I collapsed in exhaustion.

I was completely out of shape.

At least now, I had all the time to change that.

I proceeded to engage in an alternating exercise routine of pushups, sit-ups, and jumping jacks until I began to felt sore all over.

Fortunately, it did the trick-sort of. I could feel the tiredness wanting to take over, but the harsh lights scaring it away from surfacing.

I was determined to for sleep to take over.

I yelled at the top of my lungs and attempted to do a round 2 of the exercises routine.

I got up and did more jumping jacks, before all of a sudden, my world started to spin, and I lost control, and blacked out.