I woke up in darkness.
I didn't know where I was or how I got there. My last memory was of Tim's sad eyes. I felt for the lamp next to my bed, but my hand slapped against wood.
My eyes widened. It was too dark to make sense of where I was and I had to use my hands to feel around. My chest squeezed as I realized I was in some kind of small space.
I pushed against the wood in front of me, trying to lift it up. It didn't move. My heart was starting to race and an involuntary whimper made its way past my lips. I elbowed the wood on each side of me until my arms throbbed. When that didn't work, I used my knees to try and press the wood up.
Nothing.
"Tim?"
Nothing.
It was horribly silent. I was having a hard time trying to breathe. My mind was split, going in a thousand different directions. Panic was overtaking me.
I pounded on the wood, slapping my hands against it as hard as I could. In my head, I was calling for Tim, but what came out of my mouth were screams. Terror was eating me alive. I screamed and screamed until I lost my voice.
I was trapped.
Sobs wracked my frame as I laid helplessly trapped. The space felt smaller with each passing second. I began to bang my head against the wood, hoping it was all a terrible nightmare.
They put me in the box.
