Think

Trapped

              Think. Think. Think. I keep telling myself as I pace the floor of the empty room. I was trapped. Stone walls surrounding me. No sign of a door or any type of escape. I'm all alone. The fact that I'm claustrophobic doesn't help. This room is the size of a queen bed. It's really cold and so am I. There's no food. No water. Just me and some walls. I have no way of communication and no way of knowing how long I've been here. I don't remember anything. Not my name, not my age, not my family. What is my life like? I think in my mind. Well obviously my life is trapped. I reply to my mind. The last thing I remember is black. Nothing else. Just pitch black. And I don't know how I am now surrounded by these cold, hard stone walls. There's no color. Just gray. There is one small light on the ceiling. Very dim, low quality. There's just enough light to cause each corner to be dark. Only the middle of the room is lit up. Kind of like a spotlight on a stage in Broadway. 

      "Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding." I hear. Although I can't find the source of the irritating yet interesting sound. "Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding." Now it's driving me crazy. What to do? What to do? I don't know. I give up. I lay down on the concrete floor since there is nothing else to lay upon. It's cold, hard, and unpleasant. I fall asleep anyway. It's like I haven't slept in years.I wake up and there's another light hanging from the ceiling. I was confused, as I did not know how it got there. Nor do I know how long I was sleeping. I didn't know anything. On the far left corner of the room I noticed a bucket which I had never seen. It must have been new. I walked over to the bucket and noticed it was filled with water. I cupped some water into my hand and drank. I drank until I couldn't anymore, for it had felt like I hadn't drank anything in forever. I splashed my face with water and stood against the wall, feeling for anything like a button of some sort that could be the escape and save my life. "Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding." There's that noise again. It feels like it's piercing into my brain. I clamp my hands over my ears to try to block it out, but it only seems to get louder. It almost seems as if..as if it is in my brain. I scream in frustration at the top of my lungs. I jump as a voice fills my head. "Calm down dear, you are hurting my ears." The voice says.

A/N So new story!! Hopefully I'll get around to finishing this one. Comment what you think and be sure to vote!!