All I see is gray. Gray cement walls laced in shadows. I am standing, although I feel as if I just woke up. My calve muscles abruptly tighten and begin to cramp. I brace myself as a tight reflexive twitch brings me down to the cold floor. My hands hit first, smacking a cold glass-like surface. It is surprisingly smooth, although it appears to be no different than the walls that surround me apart from a slight shine that breaks through the shadows.
I glance down and see a small splash of color on it's shining surface. Leaning down, I attempt to look at my reflection. The only thing that stops me is a sharp pain in my head. I do not wish to lie down on the cold floor but every inch of my body begs me to do so. Lying down on the floor, I hug my legs, trying to save every ounce of warmth in my body from fleeing.
I wince and squeeze my eyes shut as my head throbs again, this time a deep aching pain. My hand lightly grazes my head in search of a bump, some sort of injury, but there is none. My chest rises as I take a deep breath, then slowly falls as I exhale, trying to bear through the pain.
Time drags on and the pain begins to follow in suit. I finally have time to think and process where I am. It's as I begin searching my mind that my head starts to feel hollow. Nothing. I try to ask myself questions.
How did I get here?
Nothing.
Why am I here?
Nothing.
What happened before I was here?
Nothing.
Where do I live?
Nothing.
Who should I be looking for?
Nothing.
I begin to panic, my breath quickening and as my head begins to throb again, this time with my own heartbeat.
WHAT IS MY NAME?
My cheeks begin to slowly grow wet. I cry the slow kind of tears that barely seem to exist, each one a push or a shove, trying to kick the sadness, the desperation, the frustration out of my body.
I curl up against one of the four cold cement corners, searching for some sense of comfort and crying for what seems like hours. I rake my brain for something, anything, but it isn't there. I don't even know what I am searching for anymore. It's then that the sadness turns unexpectedly to anger, a deep fire inside my chest. A want to set free the flames that are trapped inside my chest and the smoke that clouds my mind.
I jump up, pressing a hand to the wall as the world temporarily darkens, before walking towards one of the walls that so tightly enclose me. For the first time, I notice a door in the corner on the far right wall (at least it's right from where I am standing.) The door is the same color as the walls that surround me, and made of the same concrete-like material. Invisible aside from a small square indent that appears to be a window. I try to grasp the slider over it, but my hands only hit glass. It only opens from one side.
I begin banging on the door, surprising myself but not enough to bring me to a stop. The side of my fist collides with the door over and over again.
"Hey! Help! Let me out!", I cry out, finding my voice. It's a stupid thing to say, I know, but I keep crying out, saying the first things to pop into my head without a second thought. It's strange to think that even my voice and actions are alien to me, with no past thoughts to contain them.
Suddenly, I stop and reality hits me. If anyone was nearby they would have heard me, unless the walls are too thick. Maybe I am all alone. A million thoughts rush into my head as I begin to sob again. I walk to the center of the room and sit down, holding my knees close as I lay my head in my arms.
What if I die here?
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To Forget
Teen FictionI wake up alone in a cold, damp cell. I spend hours searching my mind for anything to explain how or why I am here. I can't even remember my own name. She wakes up with no knowledge of her past. Or present, for that matter. She is taken into a hospi...
