Devil's Night

Isolated

Chris POV

"Ricky!" I yelled his name as I jolted up from my deep slumber, then began to gasp for air from barley breathing.

 Finding myself in a eye blinding bright white empty room. The type of room you'd expect an insane asylum to use for the mentally disturbed, minus the padding. When I scanned my surroundings I was amazed to see how sterile everything seemed to be.

"Hello?" I called out into the open space with confusing resting in my voice.

 Nothing was there and I got silence in return. I looked down to see that I was fully clothed in what seemed like hospital gown with a sharp v neck. Similar to a uniform a nurse would wear but dyed a midnight black with a touch of blue. Barefoot and feeling clean as if I was washed, I saw that both my ankles and wrists were both shackled in front of me.  Fortunately enough, there were links in between to move and even be able stand shoulder with a part. Clearly made to restrain me from fighting but not enough to deem me immobile like before. 

 Making my way into the nearby corner, I curled myself into a tight ball, hugging my knees close to my chest to keep warm and to have a sense of comfort. The space was freezing cold and though I was covered, it wasn't enough to keep me from shivering. As I sat there for hours on end, a beastly growl broke my train of empty thoughts. There was no way of telling what time it was or how long we've been here for. I held my torso, trying to ease the ache. I can't remember when I last ate anything, I don't even think I ate before arriving at the venue. Goddamnit, I was so hungry it hurt and when I looked around the room, there was nothing in sight to nourish me. I closed my eyes, giving up on finding food and decided the go back to sleep in hopes the hunger would go away. I could only wonder what horrible things they could be doing to Ricky. The more I thought about it, tears began to well up in my eyes. Oh god I hope he was okay.