I can't just stay on the ground the whole time. No ones gonna come and get me anyways. I try and get up , it doesn't hurt as much anymore. I walk carefully feeling the walls. Then my hands touch a clock. It's one of those clocks. "Killer clocks,stay away from them" I still remember that piece of advice I once got. I back up from it, and trip on something. A bag. A BAG. Where'd this come from. I pick it up. I'm desperate. There might be something important in here. I touch the smooth luxurious leather and run my hands through the soft fur attached to the leather bag. The leather feels the same as his jacket, the one he always wears. The bag might be his too. It might be a trap. I can't trust him. A random bag laying on the floor. What could be inside. What if he's trying to help, or kill me.I touch the zipper. I slowly start opening the bag, what if it has something useful like food. I open the zipper as slow as I could.Scared. I know his tricks, what if something happens to me. The bag opens, I'm not that scared anymore. It's just a pack of crackers, a bottle of water and a torch.
ITS A TORCH. I could bring light to the whole room with this torch and maybe I could see around and find a way out. I try turning it on but it won't work. It might need batteries, which I don't have. I'm starving. I open the packed crackers and stuff my mouth with 2 pieces of delight. Tastes like home, somewhere I want to be right now. I want to go. Leave. I can't do that now though. It's impossible. They're watching everything I do all the time. Even just touching the door knob would cause me to die. They'll come for me.
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Locked - The Mysteries.
FanfictionLocked in a room, being chased by killers, followed by liars and no escape. "He liked mysteries so much, he decided to make me a mystery. I vanished from the world, stuck here. All because of one stupid mistake."
