Exulansis #JustWriteIt #EarthLove

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I don't know how long I've been sleeping but all I know is that I'm awake with a pounding headache and my emotions have gone haywire. For some reason, I couldn't open my eyes and my voice was gone AGAIN. I strained my ears in the deafening silence but it only crashed into nothingness.

I laid still, not like I had a choice, an listened to my uneven breaths to keep me entertained and my mind focused.

A series of thunderous claps followed by a row of bitter nasty sardonic laughter echoed in the room, sending chills down my spine. I heard the same laugh and clapping from a direction direction and then they attacked me simultaneously from multiple directions.

My hands shoot up, covering my ears, and I screamed out agonizingly and it all stopped. My breathing was erratic and I tried to focus on steadying my breaths. I cautiously opened my eyes and peered around, but I saw nothing. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and propped myself up on my elbows to get a better view around the room, yet I still saw nothing.

I sat up on the bed, musing about what just happened. Was it a dream? But it was different than the usual, and this time I was fully awake.

Sweat poured down my skin and I shivered uncontrollably from not knowing. My clothes stuck to my skin like wool on a sheep. I looked down on my legs and noticed that I had peed all over myself.

I dropped my head in my hands, rocking my brain over the maniacal laughter and creepy clapping that I had heard. Something told me my guts was right and I hadn't been dreaming. But how do I explain it?! Like everything else, I had no idea how to explain this.

Since I could now move around, I decided to admire my luxurious hotel suite that would be my home for who knows how long. At least this will clear my head for the time being. The comfortable achingly back knotting bed stood in the middle of this never ending white box. There was a white nightstand beside the bed with a glass and a bottle of water on top of it. The other lovely pieces of furniture in this room were invisible.

I neared my roommate, these lovely white walls, and decided to scrutinize them. I searched up and down the walls for any crevices and indications of pathways that the guards have been entering and exiting through, but nothing. Nothing at all! Now I began to wonder if I was indeed really crazy.

I returned to my bed and racked my brain over all that had taken place so far. This was becoming extremely overwhelming, and there was nothing here to entertain me except these white walls and my ten fingers.

I flew up off the bed and sprinted towards the wall, banging hard against it, letting all my ages and frustration swap through my veins. My beautiful green knuckles pained and had yellow blothes all over them, but I didn't care. I need to get out. I yelled and banged for hours.

I backed away about 3 metres from the wall and sped back towards it, crashing myself into the wall. Pain jolted through my side but I ignored it, repeating the crashing process again and again. I crashed, I yelled, I banged, but nothing came, nothing happened. I knew I was wasting my time but I didn't care. I needed to escape this hellhole.

I felt so tired, weak and dehydrated. I slumped on the ground beside the wall, still weakly thumping against the wall.

I heard the metal doors of an elevator screech open but I was too weak to look.

"Here," a voice gruffed as I heard something like a plate slide across the floor. My stomach growled as the scent of food hit me. But I was too stubborn and too weak, mostly weak, to go after that plate of food.

Another part of the wall, nearer to me slid open. What's with these people going in and out through different places. I can't keep up. Then I noticed. This is it. My chance to escape. Let's do this Alaina. From the corner of my eye, I could see that the guard hadn't yet stepped into the elevator. I didn't have the time to measure the distance or plan an attack, I just needed to escape.

I shot towards the elevator and landed flat on my stomach inside the metallic box. I looked back and saw realization shine in the guard's fiery red eyes. I got up quickly and pressed impatiently at the ground floor button, willing the door to hurry up and shut. The guard stomped towards me just as the doors began to slide shut.