Trapped

Trapped: Part 1

Trapped: Part 1

As I wiped the beads of sweat off my face, I realized that I was not dreaming, I was living a nightmare.

I woke up on multiple sacks of rice which were surprisingly comfy. The heat from the sun was intense and my tongue was almost dry. I was in a room that didn't seem to have an exit. Where am I?

I know that my name is Kate Johnson. I don't know how I got here or who my family is. I have no recollection of what happened.

While wiping the sweat off my body, I felt something impale my left arm, i realized it was a mosquito. After squishing it with my finger, I looked to my left and saw a mirror. I looked like a mess. My hair looked like I've lived in a jungle my whole life. I was wearing cheap, old clothes and looked far too skinny. My light, pale skin was covered with dark, purple bruises. What's going on? When I turned my aching neck to the right, I never thought I could scream so loudly.

There was a skeleton hung on a cross, there were still pieces of skin on its body. The skeleton had thorns stuck in its head and an arrow in its neck. It was the scariest piece of crap I have ever seen, it's hollow eye sockets made it look like it could burn into anyone's soul. And it's eerie smile could make anyone's heart skip a beat.

I ran to the other side of the room and started to pound on the wall. Unfortunately, there was no door, no window, no nothing. After 15 minutes of continuous pounding, I started screaming, "GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!!!!"

As I was crying like a baby, I noticed that there were two mice scurrying across the room. I had once heard to follow mice when I can't find my way out, so I did. I followed them until they went into a tiny hole. Above the hole was a vent. It was just too good to be true. It was definitely suspicious. "How convenient,"

I crawled inside and it led me to another room but it was much bigger, it was huge. It looked like an ancient arena. "Yup, I knew it."

I knew I was in danger, but what am in danger of? Why am I here? I was about to turn in the opposite direction when I heard someone say,

"Choose your weapon."