Awakened

Chapter 1 The Box Of Safety

I live in a world unknown. I don't know who I am or where I am. I know that I woke up a couple days ago. After person by person looked at me and asked me questions, which I might add my answer to all of them was I don't know, I fell asleep. Not for long though, I was only asleep for about 15 seconds. I realize I can't trust these people. I get up and go to a corner then look around. I see a table, four chairs, a bed, and a crowbar like thing. For some reason I had just noticed it. Had it always been there? I picked up the crow bar, went to the table, and then unbolted it. I did the same thing with the bed. I took off all of the pillowcases and took off all of the sheets. I placed the a pillowcase over the camera, and placed a sheet over the huge interrogation type window. After that I flipped the table on its side and slid it in the corner to where the flat part was facing the door, and the legs were against the wall. I put the bed over top of the legs of the table, so now it was like a box of safety for me. I grabbed the remaining two sheets plus the comforter. I put the comforter down first, since the blue, checkered tile, floors were cold, threw the five pillows they gave me inside my box. I climbed in, covered up, and laid there thinking. Suddenly I hear a click, a buzz, then my doors open. Who ever walked in was clapping, slow clapping, like sarcastically clapping. He started, "Well aren't you a smart one?!" I quickly got to the furthest corner of my box and wrapped myself in my sheets.

He started walking towards me, and he sat down by my box entrance. He looked at me, and just left. Why was he laughing at me? Did I strike him as a funny person? He stared at me,"So, do you remember anything? Names? Pets? Anything?" I shook my head. He sighed, "Your name is Olivia. You are 1028 years old. No one knows anymore then what was stated on your cryo- tube! We were hoping you would tell us more, but you seem to not recall any of it." I finally get some answers. Olivia, dry name. I wonder if I have a last name. This world is so very foreign, but for some reason I feel at home and drawn to it. He throws me a pair of pants and a T-shirt. The pants look like sweats, but as soon as I put them on they instantly tightened and conform to my body, as did the shirt. Then they changed color, from white, then to read, then to blue. I seemed to be the only thing of color in this room. He gets up and brushes off his pants, "You must be starved," he offered his hand, "come I'll take you to the café!"