The Truth of Oliver Fray

Trapped

Dana slowly opened her eyes. Dana was blinded by the bright light from the room. She quickly closed her eyes again to block out the sun. Dana went to move her hands up to her eyes, only to find that she couldn't. Her arms seemed to be strapped down onto something. Dana forced her eyes opened and tried to ignore the light that was hurting her eyes. She had to see what her surroundings were. She had to know why she couldn't move her arms. Dana's vision was blurry. She blinked to clear her eyes. When she could finally see around her, she noticed that she was in an unfamiliar room.

The room had dark blue walls that made the room feel smaller than it actually was. There were dark hard wood floors with a large rug in the middle of the room. Dana was sitting at the edge of the rug. She was facing a fireplace that was burning with flames. Dana could feel the heat from the fire on her skin. In front of Dana there was a small coffee table. There was a couch on one side of the table, on the other side was a recliner chair. Both were empty. She was the only one breathing in air in the room, except the fire. Dana could tell that she was seated in a chair. Dana saw something flutter across the room, it must have been a bird. Dana had tried to bring her arms up to her face as a shield, but she couldn't. She couldn't move her hands. it was like they were restricted. Dana looked down only to find that her hands were strapped down to the chair, tight. Dana clenched her fist. Dana looked down only to find her feet strapped down to the legs of the chair. Dana wiggled around in her seat testing how secure it was. As hard as Dana could, she couldn't wiggle her limbs, they were very secured down.

"Your not going anywhere."

Dana froze. The words had come from a man's voice. But who? Dana let her mind travel as she stayed put in her seat, not daring move. Dana slowly turned her head around her, she found nothing out of place or suspicious. Whoever had said those words, could see her, but she couldn't see him. It all seemed strange.

Dana found that her mind couldn't process what was going on around her. Everything seemed like a blur in her mind. One thought combined with another creating a whole jumbled up mess. Dana shook her head, attempting to clear her head. It didn't help though, it only made her head hurt worse than it already did.

Dana sighed and gave up. She let her eyes close shut as she forgot about everything. She hung her head down, her chin meeting her chest. Her hair fell to the sides of her face creating curtains for her eyes.

"It's so sad to see you give up."

Dana head shot straight up and she looked around her again, her eyes wide. She heard the voice again. A voice of an amused man. Who was doing this? Why were they doing it?

Dana was shaking all over, but she forced herself to speak out against the voice.

"I'm not giving up." Dana said, her voice shaking as she tried to keep it strong, but failing.

"Well you weren't giving me that impression. If you aren't giving up would you mind explaining to me why you sighed and lowered your head. That is an act of discouragement not bravery as you claim it is."

"I had to give my mind time to think."

"Ah, what a simple mistake that is made. What is there to think about? You are trapped you aren't going anywhere anytime soon. I suggest you lay back and relax. You will be here for a while. I would offer you refreshments, but it would be hard for you to enjoy them, without being able to have use of your hands."

"Someone needs to learn their manners on how to treat guest in your home." Dana mumbled.

"What was that?" The voice asked.

"Nothing." Dana replied in a lame, simple voice.

Dana looked at the surroundings around her. Anything of use was too far out of reach. Dana had thought of knocking the chair over, though the chair was too heavy and it would be very difficult for Dana to flip it over by herself. Dana groaned in annoyance and defeat. If she was going to do this, she knew that she would have to think long and hard about what to do next. Dana thought about her options, although there weren't many, there were some. Dana figured that she had a lot of time to kill so age had time to think about other things then just getting out of the chair that she was currently trapped in.

There were a pair of scissors seared at the edge of the desk. Too easy, thought Dana as she eyed the scissors that she thought could help her get put if her current situation. Dana rocked back and forth in her chair. When she had rocked up, onto her toes she tried to stand on her feet. Dana had only been on her feet for a few seconds before she was pulled back down to the ground. The chair that she was seated in was heavy. She gave herself a rest and then tried again. This time Dana had success, she was standing hunched over on her feet. Slowly Dana managed to make her way over towards the desk that held the sissors.

Only a few more steps to go. One more step.

Dana had reached the edge of the desk that held the sissors. Dana reached out her fingers to grab the sissors. Once she was an inch away she gave a last final push and her hand had clasped around the pair of scissors. Dana smiled.

Before she could celebrate her victory, she felt the ground beneath her start to move. Dana wobbled around the room. The weight of the chair and the movement of the floor seemed to much for her to handle.

Dana felt the floor give way. It acted as if it was sand melting into a hole. Dana felt herself start to go downwards. Dana didn't have anything to hold onto to keep herself from falling. Dana felt her heart come to her throat as she fell into the hole.

As Dana was falling, she felt the release of the restraints on her ankles and wrists. Dana cheered inside for a minor second, until she felt something wrap around her ankle. Dana found her self hanging upside down by one foot. She was face to face with a boy who looked too familiar.

"Well,that took you a long time."