I shot my eyes open, from what I could tell the room was black I could not see anything. I was laying on smooth concrete flooring, it was cold. I began to stand up, it was a struggle. I took the first step ,horrifying, I had to pat down my foot to see if it was safe to step. My arms stretched out to their limits waving them all around in front of me. After a long time, I was able to feel what I believed was a concrete wall, it too felt cold. I brushed the surface area and I walked along the wall. My right hand rubbed along the wall as I walked hoping there was going to be a light switch or a door. Time had passed by and I was able to feel a corner, I followed that wall, another corner, then another. I counted four walls and assumed that it's a concrete box with no exit. Yet, it may not be a box. It was abstruse to figure out where I am, I couldn't see anything only hear my breathing, touch these cold concrete walls and floors. I tried again, this time I counted my footsteps putting my foot in front of my other. Luckily I was wearing shoes and clothes. It would have been more puzzling if I was naked.
Once I finally counted four corners and my steps I concluded that I was in a box, though I haven't tried finding the ceiling. Why am I here, wait, why can't I remember anything? Is this amnesia or alzheimers, short-term memory loss? Wait if I do have memory loss then again how do I know what those are? Do I know who I am and what I am? Well obviously I'm human and my name is Laura, I'm 16 years old. That's all, there's just a big blank wall, nothing like a family that I might have or if I go to school or have a boyfriend. Friends or a cat or a dog or that I can drive or I have a job. I must have gone to school if I knew what a Trig Function, which is in algebra two. Alright, we have established that I'm educated, which is great, I really don't want to be dumb.
Pain struck like lightning up to my brain. I sled down, getting support from the wall. Caving into myself, hands holding my head. The pain continues for who knows how long. Who knows how long I have been sitting there with my legs squeezing towards my chest, my hands grabbing onto my head for dear life. They were surges of shock pain that ran from the back of my head to the front. Then the pain started to withdraw and the only pain I had was my scalp, I guess I had pulling my hair. My body relaxed, taking in a good amount of air. Once I felt rested I attempted to get onto my feet, which didn't work out when my legs gave out on me.
I leaned on the wall for support. A loud sound beamed startling me. It sounded like a machine, heavy metals moving. All of a sudden the wall began to shake my arm, which was relesting on it, and started to inwards towards me. The walls were close in. I put my back against the wall and my legs were out in front of me. I was trying to stop the walls from coming close together because that means that I'm going to be crushed in between them. Then I feel on my right side a wall. Now I'm being pushed upwards and towards the right which means that the other two were coming. I didn't know how long I had till all four walls came in to squeeze the life out of me. This is probably the worst way to go, being stuck in a room with no lights. Surrounded by cool concrete walls and not knowing what your life was like before.
I was losing against these moving walls, I could not stop them. It's only a matter of time when I'll have to go. My whole body gave up, falling down and getting stuck between the walls. How can I fight against a squeezing killing machine I'm stuck in it's trap, unless. Only can do is be pushed into my death. Wonder if there were people who would be sad if I'm gone, were there people in my life that cared about me. Would anyone notice that I left earth?
"Have I lived a life of wonders? Did I have days where I was happy?" I shouted to the ceiling.
"Why!" I was able to shout before all four walls closed in.
