Awoken

Awake

"Ouch," I said as I rubbed my head.

I looked down at myself. I was wearing an old, tattered, nightgown, with tall white socks and worn tennis shoes. My whole body was covered in patches of dirt and filth, and I felt so gross in my skin. I ran my fingers through my long, blond hair. I could tell it had not been combed, or washed in a while.

I then sat up and looked around. I didn't recognize anything. The room around me was so bland I might as well have been in a prison. I got out of the creaky bed I had woken up in and began to take in my surroundings. My bed was in the opposite corner of the room from the door, right under a small bay window. The walls were painted a dull shade of beige, and the only light the room received was from the small bay window above my bed, so from what I could tell, it was the middle of the day. I turned around to face the door, and something caught my eye. In the crack under the door, someone had left a note. It read:

"They are coming, trust no one."

I didn't know what to think, as, so far, I had seen no signs of life.

With the note in my hand, I quietly walked over to the opposite corner of the room and pressed my ear against the door.

Silence.

I slowly turned the door knob and opened the door just a crack. I adjusted myself closer to the door, and slowly looked on the other side of the door. What I saw on the other side was just as bland as my room. The door opened to a long, poorly lit hallway, with dozens of closed doors on either side. My room happened to be on one end of the hallway. I slowly walked out of my room and to the nearest door on the left-hand side of the hallway. I opened it, and saw an exact replica of my room, though this one was empty. Being curious, I turned around and opened another door. Again, I saw the same, empty room.

I began running down the hallway, opening random doors, looking for any signs of life, or any clues that could help me get out of here, or even help me figure out who I am or what I'm doing here. After opening what must've been dozens of doors, I sank down to my knees and started crying. I felt so lost and confused and I didn't know what to do. I decided I would try one more door before giving up.

I got myself up, and walked all the way to the opposite end of the hall from where I had come. I reached out my hand, but as soon as my hand made contact with the door knob, I felt an electric current go through me.

"God dammit!" I blurted as I tried to massage my hand.

This was the first door I had come across that had some sort of defense system, so I knew I had to try again. This time, I took off one of my tattered tennis shoes, and bent it around the door handle, hoping the rubber would prevent the electric current from getting to me.

"Yes!" I jumped with enthusiasm, as my plan had worked. I put my shoe back on and kicked the door the rest of the way open, only to find another door, about ten yards ahead, waiting for me. I swore under my breath. I had not been having much luck so far. I cautiously scanned the small hallway I was in as I began to walk towards the door. I noticed it was littered with old junk and tools. I thought nothing of it, and went to open the door, but the knob wouldn't budge. I had gotten this far, only to reach a jammed door. I rammed myself against the door, and tried kicking it, but my efforts seemed to do very little. I began to formulate a plan in my mind to get this door open.

Finally, I came up with the idea to take a crowbar I had found on the ground in the room, scattered among other supplies, to try to pry the door off its hinges and kick it through. I ran to grab the crowbar and shoved it in the doorway between the wall and the door. I used all my strength, and after a while, the door popped off one of its hinges. I repeated this with one more of the hinges, until I was able to push the door through enough to crawl to the other side. On the other side of the door, there were no more obstacles, but instead, a staircase. It was a windy staircase that seemed to endlessly twist to the right. The bottom of which could not be seen. I took a deep breath and began descending the staircase.

A/N: Please tell me what you think of this and if I should continue, thanks!