Just Me

Voices

I awoke to voices. I quietly sat up as my eyesight began to focus. "Where am I?," I wondered. I silently studied the room I was currently obtaining. Then, suddenly, I began to panic.

My thoughts started to race. Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here? Why?

I immediately started to search for some sort of clue as to where I was. Something. Whether that clue could be what I remember, or what is contained in this room.

I was a better thinker than observer, and was usually oblivious to everything going on around me when in deep thought. So, I first tried to picture the last thing I remember.

I do remember waking up mysteriously alone. Why was I alone? Where was everybody?!?! Calm down, I told myself. Don't panic. Focus.

I remember opening the door to see two police officers standing before me. The strange thing was, neither of them said a word to me. They just used hand gestures. I could tell by their body language that they seemed more afraid of me than I was of them! Something about the whole situation was more odd than frightening.

The last thing I remember seeing was a very odd looking device obtained by the  female officer. It was sort of like a taser, but even more than that. It looked like it had come straight from outer space.

I didn't get many clues from that, just unanswered questions. I then proceeded to scanning my surroundings. When I looked down, I found myself sitting on a bed. It was very small and uncomfortable. It looked like a bed you would find at an orphanage or a homeless shelter.

I found that this bed was the only thing contained in this humble room. The room was shaped like a cube. All four walls were made of concrete, except for a door and a small window. The ceiling was very high, and the only light source was a bit of sunlight shining through a minuscule window near the ceiling.

From what I observed, I concluded that I was in a prison cell. But, wasn't this too comfortable to be a prison cell? No, I assured myself. What else could it be?

I then began to panic. Why am I in a prison cell? How did I get here? Am I dreaming? I tried to wake myself up, when I was suddenly interrupted by voices.

"But, how will we approach her?," said what sounded like a man's voice.

"What do you mean, "how do we approach her?,"' said what sounded like a woman's voice. "She already has the information! All we have left to do is interrogate her!"

Interrogate me?? Wait, what if they
weren't talking about me? But, they had to be talking about me!

"She might not even know the information, or even realize that she has it!," said the man.

"I am certain she knows she has the information," said the woman. "We have to get it from her. Especially since her parents divorced. It is very important that we get this information!"

"Especially since her parents divorced!?" It has to be me!

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming closer and closer to where I was. I wanted to hide or run, but how could I? It was impossible to escape, let alone hide.

I had a feeling I was in danger. An instinct. An ability. My eyes began to feel weary. They became droopier and droopier.

Are you kidding? They drugged me!?!

The small, cubed room began to get blurrier and blurrier, until it silently faded away from my eyesight. The world was out of my reach.