Fearful

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
I wake up, my head dizzy.

Where was I? A blast of freezing air from a rusty metal vent above my head thrusted me back to my senses.

My view, although hazy, and the room I was in was as dim as the floor in a rainforest, portrayed a dusty, dark and rundown small room. As I open my eyes further I recognise the room.

Was I in a prison cell?

I jump out of the little bundle of hay that had served as my bed for the last how many nights I do not know and pace around restlessly, I have so many questions and no answers.

What have I done? I think, how many days have I been here? The questions dance around my head like a sort of demented satanic ballerinas until I become so dizzy I lean pathetically against the murky wall to regain my strength. A chorus of footsteps add to the abundance of things in my head that I have been taking in. before I could even think the door flung wide open causing light to flood in and me to withdraw slightly, blinking, trying to adjust. A shaking figure is chucked into the room as if it is weightless. Another question bounds into by overflowing mind, contrasting much to it's normal emptiness, so much that I stutter on questions and my only question is 'pardon?'. This was weird. Who were these people who could lift a person in one hand and effortlessly chuck them?

I feel dizzy and it seems like I will faint until I hear a faint murmuring from the quivering figure on the other side of the room. A tune. But I know that tune! and I realise ,with a pain deep in my chest, that the person is singing, with a deep ,melodic and clear voice, a lullaby; the same one I used to sing to Lea, My younger sister.
The memory hits me like a punch in the face. I try to search around my mind for memories of my family but I can't even picture Lea's face...

A single tear runs slowly down my face. I won't give up until I have my memories back, I vow in the chilling silence. I won't give up, I will remember. And it won't even be the last thing I do.

I realise the figure in the corner had now stopped singing and starting snoring. Suddenly I move towards the figure. I lightly grab their hand and pull them onto the little pile of hay. I don't know why, it just seemed suitable. I move to the other side of the cell and lie down on the cold, hard ground. Whoever the person is, I would wake them up in two days if they're still asleep. We need to get out and I have a feeling I won't be able to get out alone. And as I lay still in the cell, trying to uncover my thoughts from their hiding spot, deep in my mind, locked up by the drug they had forced down my neck when they pulled me here, I remember that... It tasted of burnt ant. I seem to remember that taste... I only have that other faint memory of the lullaby then I can't remember a thing. Just emptiness.