Locked In [COMPLETED]

Chris McArthur

I had woken up from being sedated, the room was lit up now. My head was throbbing and my body was trembling. I could feel the bruises on my face, chest and arms. As I was observing my surroundings when once again, the door clicked and hissed while opening. A thin pale man stepped in with a long off-white lab coat. He had thick greasy black hair combed back slick.

  "Is your name Samantha?" He asked.

  I nodded. I could not speak to anyone in order to get out. That didn't last long

  "How are you" he asked seeming to be looking for a clean page in his small notebook.

  "That's a dumb question" I thought to myself

  I forced myself to speak. "Horrible beca-" I was cut off by the man sitting in front of me.

  "That's sad to hear that" his voice seemed so emotionless

  My voice had sounded so cringe-worthy that I wanted to curl up and die.

  "Sorry for not introducing myself to you." He said interrupting my thoughts. " My name is Chris McArthur, let's start by getting to know you, how old are you miss?"

  "Im 19"

   "When were you born?" He asked after scribbling my age in his little notebook.

  I wanted to lie but I had already told him my age. "April 15th"

  He looked up at me. "What year?"

  "1999" I replied before being interrupted.

  My shoulders screamed in agony as I moved the top half of my sore aching body.

  "If you take this damn jacket off I'm gonna stay"

  The pale man started to step toward me. I flinched to every step he made. I had kept the full syringe in my pocket. "Oh shit...."

The man shot me a puzzled look.
  "Is there a problem? I could keep this on you if you want."

   "I need to use the washroom"
I answered quickly.

  As he finished taking off the restraining vest my shoulders and upper back screamed from agony of the let down.

  "Come with me, I'll take you to the washrooms" he sighed.

  I followed, matching his quick stride. I started to memorize the maze of hallways. As we approached the dead end I got caught I was led to a pink door.

  "This must be the girls bathroom" I thought to myself. I darted into the pink bathroom looking for any secret doors or compartments.

  I looked up and found a vent in the ceiling.