I hate this place. I still don't know why I'm here, or who put me here. I'm all alone, the only thing keeping me company is my thoughts, and even those are too pleasant these days. I lost track of the time, it's been months, surely, maybe even a year. There is no night and day, no rain or shine, just darkness.
As I sit in this room, I feel absolutely nothing. The air is still, and so am I. Where am I?
When I am here I cannot move, although I so desperately feel I must. I cannot breathe or blink, but I do not need to. When I am here I am not myself, not even human. I feel as though I am a robot, and this room is my off switch.
I can remember how things used to be as if it happened minutes ago. Walking through the school hallway, sitting down to do homework, going to work, cleaning my room. The memories and motions are there, so why can't I move?
This place keeps me from my friends and family, from the entire world. I want to know how my peers are, and what they look like, hell I want to know what I look like. I feel as though I have been trapped an entire lifetime, but I feel no different than the day I woke up here.
Light floods the room as the door creaks open. The silhouette of a man appears in the doorway, and he's getting closer. He extends his arm, reaching for the back of my neck. I shut my eyes, hoping he will disappear; when I open them, I am back at my desk, looking down at my paper with a pencil in my hand.
