Tales of the Sea and it's Inhabitants || ateez

Prologue

"Ten," a monotone robotic voice slides into my waking conscience. I blearily open my eyes but shut them immediately, bright white light searing into my skull.
"What?" I mumble, still half asleep. "Five more minutes." I turn over and promptly fell onto the cold hard floor. Holding my head I mutter, "Ow, that hurts."
"Nine." There is it again. Squinting my eyes, I scan my surroundings. I thought that voice was just in my dream. The color white assaults my vision as I look around. White walls, white ceiling, white lights, white tiled floor, white bed sheets, white pillow, etc. Everything is white. I squeeze my eyes shut. Seeing no color pains me beyond anything else. Nope, my head is still pounding from hitting the ground earlier.
"Eight." My breath hitches. It's counting down to something inevitable. What's going on? Where am I? Who am I? My breath quickens and my heart rate increases. My palms become cold and clammy. Adrenaline shoots through my body. I quickly scramble to my feet.
"Seven." My eyes dart around the tiny 6 by 6 by 8 foot room. No windows or doors to be seen. No means of escape. My claustrophobia kicks in. I can not breathe. Everything feels so tight, so crammed and I need freedom. I need to breathe otherwise I'm going to die. I shut my eyes, hoping this was just a dream and I will wake up at any moment.
"Six." Tears form and roll down my cheeks. My body, becoming too weak to hold me, collapses and I end up on the floor again. My whole body is shaking and I sob uncontrollably.
"Everything is going to be okay." I choke out, trying to calm down. "It's ok. Don't think about the space you're in. Don't think about anything. Breathe. Just breathe."
"Five." Through the tears, I see a red blinking dot appear in the top left corner of the room. I shakily got to my feet and stumble towards it. What could this mean? I place a hand on the wall next to me to stabilize myself. I don't want to take another unnecessary spill unto the floor. I stare at the colored light that is blinking slowly, mocking my predicament.
"Four." My legs give out again and I land in a mess of limbs on the floor. I groan, wondering how many times will I share such contact with the floor.
"Why is this happening to me? I've done nothing wrong." I scream and hit my fists against the white tiles. Huge sobs wrack through my body and I've lost all sense of control.
"Three." My thoughts scream at me. I've lost all hope. I don't know why I'm here or how I woke up in this room. I'm going to die and no one will miss me. Not my family nor any of my friends. I lie on the floor, cheek pressed against the cold white tiles. Goosebumps rise along my arms and I shiver. It's cold but I am not bothered. Why should I? I'm here to die.
"Two." I raise my head one last time and notice that the red blinking dot from earlier has disappeared. Everything seems normal. I cautiously scan the room for anything out of the ordinary. Nope, everything is white and sterile still, just like it was when I woke up. How long have I been here? How long has it been since I awoke? I wonder. It feels like hours since I first heard the voice.
"One." Excruciating pain spreads out from the back of my head and I welcome the darkness it brings.

[TO BE CONTINUED...]