The white room

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  When I came to reality I could barely make put where I was.
  The room was all white and the walls were all padded. No other colours had been visible except the plain white, and the off red specks from my own blood from being hit in the head. Trying to wipe my eyes clear from the blur but I could not move my arms, I  adjusting my sore head to wipe my eyes on the shoulder of whatever had been stopping me from moving my arms. Once my blurry eyes focused gasping in horror, I had been put into a straight jacket and seeing blood that had made it onto my jacket from the bloody nose made me dizzy.
  I stayed quiet straining to hear anything outside of the plain white padded room. But nothing was to be heard. I had given up trying  to hear anything.
  A few long hours later the big padded door made a loud clicking sound from the lock. Frightened, I scrambled into the corner and coward in the corner knowing that won't save me from whatever weapon could enter the room.

"Samantha?" A deep and scary voice had asked
 
  After a moment of dead silence the big scary dark skinned man poked his head into the door then entered propping his rifle against his shoulder.
  
  "See this gun? Try anything and you'll never see the light of dawn again." He threatened.

  The big dark man reefed me to my feet by my long blonde hair. I screamed out in pain. The big man had slapped me across the face, leaving her in shock, and seeing stars. That made tears flow even more. The man took off the tight, uncomfortable jacket leaving bruises on my arms for grasping them so tight so I could not escape.
  Once he removed the jacket I  bit down on the mans forearm making him yelp from pain. I could taste a copper flavour, knowing my teeth had drew blood. While he was wiping his arm I swiftly kicked the security guard in the groin leaving him in pain on the padded floor. I made myself jump over the guard and run through the door. I glanced behind me watching the man cry in the fetal position, holding himself, and rocking back and forth. I turned on my heels and ran down the hallway turning down a half dim hallway.
 
  "Hey! Get back here! We are not done with you!" A man in a white lab coat ordered.
 
The man chased me down the dark hallways into a dead end.

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