Run

Chapter 1. The Box

Darkness, and the cold surrounded me.

A metal box contained me.

The air was cool even though sweat beaded on my forehead.

The box started moving up.

I began to panic.

I screamed as loud as i could, but my throat was dry and the only thing answering me was the distance echo of my own calls.

I couldn't remember anything at all.

Not just what happened in the past few hours, days, or weeks; but my entire life was just a haze of lost images.

Me sledding down a hill, me riding a horse, me with a birthday cake and people singing.

Corn feilds, star filled night sky's, ocean waves, warm sunlight.

Faces were smudges and blurry, and nothing was exact.

Everything was gone.

I felt something wet on my face, and I touched my nose.

There was blood.

I wiped it away but it just kept dripping, I pulled up the neckline of my shirt and presses it onto my nose hopeingthe bleeding would stop.

Crawling into a corner, I hugged my knees to my chest and buried my head in between them.

And I cried.

Resting my hands on my side's, I felt something in my pocket, a paper.

I pulled it out.

It was wrinkled and a bit torn on the edges, and I tried to read it, but the light was too dim for me to see anything written.

I put it back in my pocket, right now it served no porpose due to the darkness, so I'll just read it when it's light out.

Wait.

How long have I been in here?

It feels like only minutes, but hours at the same time.

Probably about 30 minutes.

My eyes soon adjusted to the darkness, and I could see something around me.

Different shapes all piled on top of each other.

I reached out and touched them.

Wood, they were boxes.

Filled with what?

I could only guess.

Once in awhile, light would glint from bulbs in the walls, giving the room a bit more light for about 10 seconds.

I slowly became a bit more relaxed.

A small bump hit and I rose off the floor a bit as the box continued up.

Once I hit the floor again a small tap touched my chest.

I put my hand up and felt what it was, a necklace.

The sudden light came on and i could see what it was.

A small clear container with a blue liquid in it, a leather rope hung it around my neck.

What IS this? I thought.

Suddenly the white light went out and was replaced with a red beam.

The box hit the ceiling and I was tossed forward onto the hard floor.

I scrambled to a sitting position and looked up.

A high pitch medal screech rang out and a white strip of light appeared on the ceiling.

Doors.

Slowly they moved to the side exposing the harsh sunlight.

I covered my eyes with my hand.

Whispers and gasps came from voices above.

My eyes quickly got adjusted to the light and I could see who was stareing down at me.

At least four dozen boys were crowded around the hole in the ceiling.

All looking as petrified as I felt.