Chapter One - Beginning

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My eyes fluttered open and my eyes adjusted to the darkness around me. Where am I?

I finally focused and I could see that I was in a short hallway with a door at the end. A painting of a girl jump roping was on the wall next to me. But for some reason the girl was crying. The wallpaper was baby blue with flower patterns, and the hallway was lit up poorly with a dim light.

It seemed unnatural and it made me uneasy adding onto the fact that I have no idea where I am or how I got here.

I stood up and stumbled on the ground. I found my balance and placed my hands on the wall. Have I been kidnapped?

I tried to think about what happened before this but nothing came to mind. The more I thought I realized I didn't even know my own name.

The only thing I remember is words. What does my voice sound like, I wonder.

I tried to open my mouth but to no avail. Almost like it was glued shut. I can't open my mouth!

I touched my mouth and felt lines, and my lips.

I forced myself to walk to the door that stood at the end of the hallway. Opened it, but only saw the hallway I was just in. Before I entered I looked back.

There isn't any thing there. It's just blocked off by bricks. A shiver was sent down my spine. Is this a dream? This isn't possible.

I looked around the hallway that I was just it. It was slightly different. There was a stool pressed against the wall.

I went onto the stool and looked on top of the painting but there was nothing but dust scattered on top of it.

I was hoping there would be something to help me escape from this terrifying and endless place.

I stepped back carefully off of the stool. I walked to the door that I already entered, expecting no large changes to the hallway.

As I slowly opened the door I only faced behind me, so it couldn't turn to bricks before my eyes. But almost like all laws of physics didn't exist bricks slowly started to appear.

My eyes widened and I fell backwards in shock. No that isn't possible! This shouldn't be happening, I shouldn't have to be here.

I stared at the bricks that slowly formed into a sturdy and unbreakable wall.

I tried to scream but I couldn't open my mouth.

I scrambled onto my feet and looked around the hallway for anything different. There was a door knob in the wall above the stool, but no door.

I climbed up the old rickety stool and flailed my arms around for balance.

I caught my self and stared at the door knob in front of me. My shaky hand reached for the door knob hesitantly.

My hand gripped around it and twisted it, Pulled at the door knob to open the door, but it didn't open.

Of course it didn't there isn't a door! There is just a door knob taunting me!

I stomped off of the stool and towards the old familiar door at the end of the hallway. I am going to be here forever.

I twisted the door knob, sick of this pointless and endless hallway. I yanked the door open and stared into the same thing as always.

I noticed a mirror hanging on the wall. I ran over to it as I thought that maybe if I saw myself I could remember who I am.

I reached it and stared at the stranger that was apparently me. But all I could notice was my mouth.

It was sewn shut with red string. My eyes widened.

Uncontrollably a tear slid out of my eye and ran down my cheek. I had short brown hair, hazel eyes, and a tiny curved nose.

I looked away from the mirror not being able to stare at the strings that bound my mouth shut. Why is all of this happening?

I have a bunch of questions circling in my brain, and I have no answer for any of them.

I stepped over to the door at the end of the hallway, trying to forget what just happened. I gripped the door knob and twisted it open, sick of all this confusion.

As I walked into the hallway I instantly noticed a knife lying on the floor in the middle of the hallway. Before I could walk over to the knife and pick it up, the door at the end of the hallway slowly started to open. A girl peered into the hallway, her mouth was sewn shut with red strings as well. It isn't just me here?

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