Look What You've Done

I opened my eyes to nothing. My first thought was me thinking I was dead. Is this what it was like? I kept my eyelids opened and could make out a small circle of light a few metres away. I tried to shuffle towards it but my hands were tied. What the hell was going on?

There had been no bright light. No life flashing before my eyes. I'd been conned out of death. I'd always thought I'd go to heaven but now I knew I had been wrong. Heaven couldn't be this bad. Was I in Hell?

That couldn't be right either. Wasn't hell meant to be all fire and Satan? If I was in Hell, surely I would be burnt alive by now?

I tried to make my eyes flick down to the surface of whatever I was looking at but everything was incased in darkness. I sighed and laid my head back down on the hard surface below me. I tapped it-it felt like wood. I couldn't remember anything that had happened. I knew who I was but I had no idea what had got me here.

All I knew was that I was laying on something wooden. If this was Heaven or Hell, it didn't seem too bad. I stretched my hands and realised they were tied together. I brought them as high as I could above me and my knuckles scraped something above me that felt wooden.

I was trapped in a wooden box. Really? I felt like I was in some creepy movie or something. What had I done to get here? Who put me here? And why did I appear to be in a wooden box?

I remembered to breathe then. But then I realised I could barely inhale-my mouth was taped loosely, as was my nose. My heart started to thump inside my chest. I tried to scream as I realised someone was probably trying to kill me.  I thrashed around in this small space, yelling as best as I could against the tape. I banged my sides against the wood.

I paused for a tiny breath and listened. There were footsteps echoing against a floor. It sounded far away but maybe this person could hear me. I screamed as hard as I ever had and continued to thrash around, some kind of tie holding me in place. What was happening to me? The footsteps continued but didn't quicken. This person obviously wasn't too desperate to rescue me.

My throat felt dry as moaned, my voice no longer capable of screaming. I tried to kick but my feet were tied together like my hands. I heard a satisfying bang as my feet connected with the wood at the bottom of this box. The footsteps sounded closer but not close enough. I wasn't sure how much longer I'd be able to carry on without passing out.

I stopped thrashing for a few seconds and brough my hands up to my mouth and nose, ripping off the tape and chucking it aside.

"Hey!" I screamed and brought my tied hands towards the top of the box and hit it, hard. "Get me out of this thing!" I carried on kicking and banging, my voice raw and raspier than normal. The footsteps sounded close now.

There was a slam and a couple of clicks. I heard a few footsteps and then they stopped. There was no sound apart from quiet breathing for a few minutes. Then, the light through the tiny hole changed for a second and I squinted to see a blue that looked like denim. It stayed there and I heard a sound coming from a corner of the box and a few grunts.

I had stopped screaming and now I wasn't too sure if I wanted to come out of this box. What if I was killed on the spot? What if someone hurt me? And who was my rescuer? I couldn't hear sounds from anyone else so I must have only one rescuer. I felt frozen. Iwasn't sure what to do. My voice, that had only been screaming a few minutes ago, was silent. My once-thrashing body was still as I waited to be able to see more light.

My mind raced with questions but I didn't utter a word. Whoever this was trying to get me out, they obviously weren't very experienced in this kind of things because they were taking a long time. Either that or I was in a very secure box. I wasn't sure which of those options I would have prefered. Maybe it wasn't wise to start screaming and thrashing about. Maybe I should have opted not be found.

I'd already made that decision so there was no going back now. I was getting out of this box either way and I would either be saved or killed. I pleaded in my mind that I would be saved but I couldn't help but doubt that I would be. People don't randomly get shut in boxes in abandoned places. But I didn't have the first idea what I had done to get me put in here.

Then, there was a burst of light and a person lifted the bottom half of the box up. I felt them try to pull it back so that whatever was keeping the other end closed would release, but it didn't relent. My eyes tried to adjust to the light and I squinted at what I could see from the gap at the bottom of the box. All I could see were a pair of skinny legs in tight black jeans and a small waist. Was it a woman rescuing me? I tried to squint a bit more but the legs moved away and I could hear footsteps echo again.

I wasn't sure because the grunts coming from the person did not sound entirely like a man-they were a bit high-pitched but also too low for a woman. Please hurry up, I thought as there was more sound on the lid above me, near my head.

There was a final grunt and the lid was lifted away from me and there was light all around me. I squinted into the light but I saw no face. I heard footsteps again as the person lifted away the lid so some other part of this dim room. I felt my stomach muscles clench as I pulled myself up into a sitting position.

I stared round the room. The walls were a sky blue shade and there was a small window high up of the wall, giving off minimal evening light. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a small glow. I watched the glow as it bobbed around with the person holding it. The person dumped the lid down and turned and walked up to the box. I heard the person's knees click as they kneeled down to be the same height as me.

The light moved closer to my face so they could see my face and I could see theirs. My rescuer had brown hair that stuck out into all directions and eyes that were the colour of the ocean in hot countries-almost turquoise. Even when the eyes stopped squinting at me, I noticed they were thin and nowhere near wide. I could see the person was wearing a denim jacket with a plain white t-shirt underneath and the black skinny jeans I had seen a while ago. The boy had a young looking face and he looked troubled as he stared at me.

He frowned at me.

"You're never going to get away."