It is now the morning. I am still curled up in a fettle position in the corner of the room. Cold and sore. The lights in the room are still on. Artificial light does not warm you up, not one bit. I lift my head from my cold white hands. Everything is still. It feels like a dream. A daze. But sadly in this case it is not. I am living this nightmare and I am the one who has to get to the end. I shuffle into a more comfortable position. Crossing my legs and resting my back up against the wall. I stop and listen for a while. There is no movement for a while until there is a loud bang against the big metal door. I stand up and slowly walk over. A small shutter in the door opens and a old metal tray slides through from the other side. It has a grey, pile of sludge apon it. My guess is that it is my breakfast, and it does look appetising.
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FBeye
ParanormalHello my name is Felix, I am a normal 17 year old boy. Well maybe no so normal. I am what they call "The all foreseeing eye" and I help the FBI prevent crimes that haven't yet happened.
