Hiding Places

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"Hello, Is anybody there? Can you hear me? Hellooo..?
Why can't anybody hear me? Where am I? Why am I so tired? My mouth is dry, I'm sure I haven't had water in days. HELLO? I can barely stand, but I must! As I pulled all of my strength together into my legs and feet I stood myself up and felt along the walls of a room which seemed to be no bigger than my bedroom which I hadn't seen in weeks or so maybe more. I could remember it like the back of my hand.

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"Ok Kam you can do this. What's this? Yes a light switch." As I turned the switch on I could hear from above me a small light bulb flicker and turn on. It was dim but I could see the room. Four walls, no windows a light in the ceiling and small door like shape in font of me no bigger than myself, a small mattress withered and torn to the left of the door no sheets to cover but what looked like blood stains to make up the fabrics color. To the right of the door was an older vintage classroom seat where the chair and a small table were connected and on top sat a candle and box of matches . On the floor scattered around where blank sheets of paper half looked as though there was writing, the others blank or crunched into a ball. I was still wearing the clothes from well... I can't remember? Exactly how long have been in here? All I know or remember was I was at home on the couch watching The OA on Netflix when I felt a shooting pain in the back of my head and then everything went black, then I woke up here.

Trying to recall what happened I felt the back of my head where I felt the shooting pain, it was wet. I could feel it more now than ever since it seemed my hair had been cut. As I removed my hand to put towards the light I could see nothing but blood dripping from my palm and fingers making an awful mess on the ground. I wiped what I could on my hoodie which was torn from my ribs to my chest exposing my left breast. I felt dirty. I felt violated. I feel disgusting. After cleaning my hand on my shirt I continued to look around at the walls surrounding me. Nothing else was left, nothing to look for, nothing to look at and nothing to find.

Looking around I closed my eyes taking a deep Breath in revealing the strong smell of what I thought could be a mixture of bleach, blood and a strong perfume cologne mixture, which got stronger on the bed and by the door. Last but not least the overwhelming raging Potent smell of what could be human feces. All I know is it smelt like something had died in this room. Now what it was or could be I honestly couldn't say. My god what is going on here. And more importantly why the fuck am I here?

I never knew how much I hated hearing my own voice echo back to me when I scream. The blood curdling roar from the back of my soar throat stretched in my ears to the point I thought I was going deaf. But you would be surprised at the fact that after awhile the scream sound like whispers and then the whispers sound silent, knowing no matter how hard you try no one could hear you and nobody would hear you. So there is no point in screaming or banging on the walls for someone's attention because it gets you nowhere.

I'll just sit on the bed waiting in silence, in the dark.

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"Good morning Kambry, are you awake? Can you hear me? Ohh Kambryyy?"

A deep grumbling rough sound rang through the room and caused me to jump off the bed and land face first on the floor. "Ah Kambry, I see you sleep lightly? You know something, when you sleep your bottom lip slightly sucks your top lip into your mouth. You look so peaceful and not to mention beautiful, just like your mother."

Nothing but feelings of fear and unease filled my mind and soul. All I wanted to do was scream and yell for someone, anyone to hear me. But screaming and yelling were what this someone this person this beast wanted and I couldn't give it to them. As the voice kept speaking I just sat back on the bed closer to the corner that was the darkest. I didn't want them to see me cry and shake in terror if they could see me, but I saw no cameras. No chances could be taken. " Its pointless to hide from me. I've known you long enough to know what your thinking, what your doing and that's how I got you here. Yes, that's right I know you like the back of my hand sweetie. As a matter of fact you chose the darkest corner to cover and hide your trembling body and your sweet tears. I know your every thought and your every move. No need to cry, I'm not going to do anything to you unless you make it possible." What the hell? What do they mean? Have they been watching me? Have they been following me? Oh my god I'm going to die! Oh for fucks sake what do they want from me? Why me?
"Ok hun, now that you're awake, time to get your energy up. Here's your breakfast. Eat up! Your first challenge begins in an hour. I'll see you soon, I hope you're ready, I know I am." As the voice died off a rush of worry and wonder rushed through me. As I wiped tears from my cheeks I heard a sound come from the door. The sound was of a lock of some kind being opened. At the bottom of the door a small box popped in from it I saw steam. I waited till I heard the sound of the lock clicking close, I rushed to the box. Kneeling over the box the steam hit my face revealing the smell of actual food. I opened the box which revealed a MRE, Scrambled eggs with biscuits and grave meal the package read. I knew this meal well from my child hood, it happened to a favorite of mine. From memory I could recall my grandpa James always fixing the MRE's for me and my little brother Quincy. My grandfather had a knack for eating nothing but MRE's and Dog biscuits if gran-gran wasn't cooking. His appetite wasn't very sophisticated since he'd returned from the navy. I miss grandpa James and gran-gran and Qin. I wondered if they had worried about me. If they were missing me. If they were looking for me. As the memories faded back to reality I could feel a tear fall from my cheek and hit the ground. All I knew was that I was hungry and that I needed to eat up because I needed to figure a way out of this hell hole and figure out what they meant about a challenge.

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(Authors note: MRE- meal ready to eat. A packaged meal given to soldiers while out In the field of battle. Usually served with a bottle of water, Package of dried fruit, The Main course which was packed with nutrients and protein, and a sweet of some kind possibly a cracker and peanut butter.)