¹ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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//S A G E//

          MY NAME IS SAGE, I'm 16 years old....

       My name is..... I'm 16 years old...

      My name is...?

      Why the hell cant I remember my name?

      I gasp as my eyes shoot open, only to be greeted by pitch black. My lungs desperately trying to get fresh air, but only inhaling dry and hot air. I cough as I turn onto my hands and knees. My eyes blinking rapidly to try and adjust into the dark. Eventually, my eyes adjusted and I turn my body around, crawling to the corner of the metal box.

       The sound of metal rubbing against metal filled my ears, the hot and dry air filled my nostrils. The ground below me shaking, like I was being pushed up. I bring my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. My eyes travel to the large crates against the wall, and backpacks against it. I notice a tall stick against the crate, a holder of some sort next to it, filled with shorter sticks with sharp pointy tips, a bow and a quiver of arrows.

        I notice a moving crate in front of me, and I slowly crawl towards it with squinted eyes. A small yelp escapes my lips as a loud squeal scares me, and I fall onto my butt, crawling back to where I was originally at. I shake my head, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart, telling myself over and over it was just a pig.

        I try to think of something happier than this horror, but nothing came up. My mind was blank, a complete blank. I slowly start to panic as I realize I didn't know my own name. I close my eyes tightly, but then opening them when I felt the box move at a faster rate. My eyes travel up to the metal ceiling, to see large doors getting closer and closer.

        My eyes widen and I stagger onto my feet, almost falling a few times. My legs felt like jelly, like I haven't used them in a long time. I pushed through, climbing on top of a crate. I slam my palm into the metal roof. "Help!" My voice came out raw and dry, and it burned. I cleared my throat before trying again. "Help me! Please!" Nothing, I heard nothing or saw nothing besides the flashing green lights and alarms blaring.

        My eyes widen and before I can do anything, the box slams into the doors forcefully. A small cry escapes my lips as I land on the metal floor on my back, my head hitting the floor harshly. A small ringing filled my ears as something went through my head. Sage.

        My eyes widen. That was my name! Sage!

         I shake my head, sitting up as the large doors open, my arm covering my eyes as light pours into the box.

        My eyes travel around the box, looking for a weapon. My eyes land on a machete on the floor and I immediately grab onto the handle, holding the weapon close to me for protection. The blade feeling so comfortable in my hand, like it belongs to me. After a while of waiting too see if anything was going to attack me, I slowly got up when I realized there was no threat. I look around to find a way out of the metal box, not finding a rope or latter. I look at the crates, before an idea pops into my head. I grab onto the sheath for the machete, slipping my arms through the loop before sliding my machete through the holder.

        I climb onto the crates, eventually pulling myself out of the box. My body hitting the ground with a soft thud. I plop myself up onto my elbows. To see grass and trees, even a small lake a little far away. I slowly stand to my feet, my lips slightly parted and eyebrows furrowed, as I notice a tall wall in front of me with an opening.

        I look around to see the wall circling around me like a box. I let out a small scoff, just getting out of a smaller box. I didn't see anything though, nothing built and not a single person. I swallow thickly before calling out; "Hello?"

       No reply. A small snort came from inside the box, and I look inside to see the pig still inside the crate. I shake my head before jumping back in to unload the pig and crates.

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           After I pulled out the pig, and after I pulled out some heavy crates, I grabbed a backpack filled with clothes. Tossing the bag over my shoulder and searching for a good tree to sleep in for the night. Once I found a high enough tree, and after I found a nice branch, I placed the backpack by my feet.

        I kept my eyes trained on the large opening in the walls. I wanted to know what was behind them, I wanted to run through it. A sound of metal clanging together made me jump slightly, snapping me out of my trance. My eyes widen as I notice the gap between the walls closing. I watched how they closed, leaves and dust flying around. I notice how right after the door's closed, the air got colder and it got darker.

       I shivered, my eyes then traveling to what I was wearing. I was wearing back skinny jeans, and I had a thick black leather jacket placed on my shoulders. I had a black tank top on under my jacket, but that wasn't what got my attention. My eyes slightly widen and my fingers slowly move to my right shoulder blade. I shrugged off the jacket of my right shoulder, my fingers carefully running over the tattoo on my shoulder. It was big, the ink going to my forearm, but it also had swirls. I lifted my arm up and I noticed part of the tattoo go up the side of my neck. But it looked like a sharp end of a knife. I swallow thickly, realizing I didn't know what it means. My eyes then travel down to my feet, to see thick black combat boots.

        I sighed, leaning against the tree before speaking out to no one; "Is this how my life is going to be?"

         My head started to bob, my eyes drooping, and I finally cave into resting. I slowly dozed off, but then I heard the noises...

Whirl
Click

         A screech then filled the air, my eyes widening and my hand inching towards the machete. I frantically looked around, looking for the source of the sound, to see nothing. Whatever made that noise was on the other side of the walls. I waited a few more minutes to see if I could hear anymore noises, but I didn't hear a single thing. I swallow thickly once more, before leaning back.

         This is defiantly how I'm going to spend the rest of my life, and I'm not sure if I like it.

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